Far Worse Things to ComeMature

There are far worse things to come
I feel a chill creeping up my spine
The suffering has just begun
And we're running out of time
Although we still have a chance to escape...
Do you know which way we're supposed to go?
I look around, but the signs won't show
So how are we suppose to know? 

On this path we have chosen
I can't help but feel like we're lost
It's as if we've been forsaken
It's as we've been double-crossed
How  were we even lead astray?

The End

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