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An eternity of fear
Found in the absence of hope
Fixating on deprivation
Makes existence hollow
Most sorrows their own creation
Attempting to fill the void
Only certain of death itself
Hear their calls
Pity these destitute souls

Searching for a reason
Waiting for a sign
Hoping for clarity
Before the day they die
Those that flaunt the answers
Offer only lies
Hell, the reality of life

Wrestling through the darkness
Obsessed, towards the light
With claws, teeth, and elbows
Only the end in sight
Fighting for survival
To win at any cost
Pity these destitute souls
They have already lost

Destitute Souls – Track one of the album “Destitute Souls” by GOOT