They…
They came on wings of death one night
And robbed us of our innocence with vice
They opened up a Pandora's box of fears
While stamping out a brave warrior's life
All this they did, and laughed, and left
Left us quaking on the sand
With broken lives and blackened hearts
Our tears fell upon the land
Now we exist, lost, alone
Reduced to shadows in the dark
Adrift in a demented reality
So cruel and coldly stark
Our silent cries have become
A cacophony of misery and despair
While the silent, silver tears flow freely
No one at all cares
Trust has become
A thing to beware
Since they, the evil ones
Inhabit everywhere
To those who are reading
Please take care
As we said, and will repeat
The Yeerks are everywhere
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