The future is bleak
A long road into the night
Sitting on a losing streak
A dying flame, wanting to ignite
Burdened by the past
Troubled by the future
Stuck in an arid forecast
In a place of no winter
A long descent into sorrow
Into the shadows of the night
Days are shorter; no hope in tomorrow
A dying flame struggling to fight
Straining to see a ray of hope
When a blackened world gives no quarter
When the world consists of chain and rope
The future is truly bleak; with little promise to recover
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