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when it feels like the future is past?
Will a song still lift our spirits
boil our blood
lead us to search for something greater than us?
We ask ourselves
"Is the job worth doing?
"Who will protect me?
"Will I see tomorrow?"
when we suspect the answers are
"No."
"No one."
"No."
Let us
answer with conviction
let us
accept the flame and the gas and the rod
our backs are straight and our words pure
We have nothing but ourselves.
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