Tell me, answer me, for you may have one,
How is it that the ones we rely on, turn?
The ones who judge and thoughtless, band and sing empty praise and feel fulfilled?
Yet the single lost follower, is left with empty heart alone?
When the single follower is, tempted to follow, they blindly believe.
Yet the belief is harsh and empty with nothing to hold,
But an empty echo of a sirens call.
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