Safe Haven
Below lie the badlands. Tamed hyenas cackle mindlessly amongst
themselves with relentless vigor, smiling with shifty eyes. The base of
hatred
begins to burn brighter by the day, and is at night fed by the moon
and the
strange images it conjures from the darkness. Trapped, one can
only wait and
listen, silently going mad until the cause is lost along with
caution.
Paradise lost
A plane knowingly off course
Passengers hide their tears
Shadows
The feeling of freedom rushes all around us. We left all our worries on
the
plane, and now we have nothing but the world to face.
Running, hiding, falling
Temporary escapes
From ultimate fate
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