Empty plates fill our stomaches,
The consequences are everywhere.
Trying to set things right,
We trip in the shadow of a beast,
While standing on the shoulders of giants.
What is this mystery,
What is it that you think of me?
Let's enjoy what little time we have left,
Give me your hand and ill give you mine.
Ignore the cuts;
Scars dont disappear over time.
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