Lost in translation somewhere along the way
A message for the weary transformed
Into a deafening cry of solitude
Now we rest our weary heads on bedrock
And our blanket is the pouring rain
Ride on through the dream world above us
In sunlight that scorches blood-soaked lands
The words will come when you can go no further
Fall to your knees and cry out to the sky
The only sound in a dying landscape
Swallowed whole by blood and sand
If you were given the opportunity to go into space with a surety that you would live out the rest of your life safely, but you could never return to Earth, would you go?
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