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They will run wet
Streams of warm tears
Brought on the corporal
Birth of old fears

The hunger has seceded
Life wanted no more
Unmotivated they lay
Trembling on the floor

No energy left
They're too tired for sleep
Crying hours on end
Eyes are now to dry to weep

Death is welcomed
Fear keeping them alive
They can only wait
As time on them dines

Fearful they clutch
To the chances still left
Fearful they think
Of the futures deep depths

Pain and hope
Battle inside
Body sore from life
Barely fighting the tide

Time passes cruelly
They've survived another night
But it won't be the last time
Self fights self for life