at the eage of the abbys
we stand so fragil
its eage we over wich we will all one day fall
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and it is death that taunts us from this abais
picking all of mankind down one by one
there numbers raplced by there childer
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the diffrence betwen life and death
as thin as a line of ink
and the selction
as random as 2 sides of a coin
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and what is over the abbys
no one knowns
for it lays below the darkness