See them fall
Deep down the well.
End, no one can tell
As they see us so small!
Oh! We may not exist at all!
Wonder..
Conscience in slumber
How long will encumber
To get them on ground?
Death is imminent in free fall!
Cry from our fear
And the drops of our tear
Weren't loud enough to hear
Thinks the growing sound.
Listen, what's the hour's call?
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