it is to see a traitor go free
it is to feel a filter in me
it is to leave the lights that I saw
it is to ask: is it easy to go
in this dead hour
here with you
seconds are worthless
in this dead hour
when all is blank
minutes are worthless
how long will it take until
there will be room enough for hope
it is so sad to see
dispossession
it has become my obsession
it is to have a knife in my back
it is to say my soul got a crack
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