And we drift along without knowing,
    The rhythmic chant they all but sing
Wrapped as one in tedious tidings,
    Disguising the abject horror they bring.

But sadly now she rests with them,
    Underneath the transparent divide
Joining together in seeking a friend,
    Yet, eternally trapped inside.

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