'What was to come next? They did not know - and hardly cared. Their minds were numbed by the shock of peace. The past consumed their whole consciousness. The present did not exist-and the future was inconceivable.'
What awaits us now?
The night's silence holds us in it's grip
The stars hold steady in the sky
Watching over this terrifying life
As fear trembles the ground.
And, on the day we have waited for,
Our senses desert us
Where is home?
Now emptiness is all around,
And the days on which our cradles were rocked
Are lost in a dream.
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