The Last Stand

In these days of old,
growing pale from your detrimental blood flow,
filling those holes,
the days are becoming cold,
and the night is all that we know,
battling to get to our homes,
resisted at our porches,
we push on,
we stride into the sun,
and eventually we can become one. 

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