None (dedicated)

February 20, 2010
lived, live, living:
Each day becomes a night

fought, fight, fighting:
Yet they yearn for peaceful light

screamed, scream, screaming:
They grope through the darkened sight

feared, fear, fearing:
For no return of a morning bright

cried, cry, crying:
As they vanish, one by one

knew, know, knowing:
That hell's games had just begun

fell, fall, falling:
When the blindness makes them run

died, die, dying:
Before the night is even done

And when day breaks,
there is nothing left:
nobody, none

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