On austere roads, birds sing their last, a requiem for the dead
Through cracks of wood, the sun’s farewell, shining onto summoned heads
With open arms and callous heart, welcomed to the great demise
The cold, the dark, away from home and all that is to thrive
Shivers travel down the spines of the ones that are forced to lay
No window out, any sky above, glass walls to see the day.
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