Cold ice pricks my skin as I walk
Abundance of iron on my tongue
The air was harrowing with death and despair
And yet, I walked and walked and walked, to try and live
Very loud and loud, with a bang
Everyone’s ears bled, but you couldn’t sit around
You must walk and walk and walk
Only then can you see the other end of the tunnel
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