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30 days
It’s 30 days before the day of reckoning
For it appears the unknown is what fate is beckoning
Time slowing down for the date we are called
Our fall towards endless possibilities that can never be recalled
Step by step we trudge through to our destination, appalled
That for each foot that we crawl forward, a mile is set ablaze behind
Silent battles are fought in this day and age
Sticks and swords shaking in our hands
yet we will never give in to the creations of the damned
Who come with the purpose of forcing our minds to expand
We are always watched by the attentive eyes of a sage
Those whose control knows no bounds, never letting go, never allowed to let go
Until the day of reckoning
Cameras always watching, doors forever opening and closing
We sit there watching, waiting out the hours
Until the torment is over and the outside world invites us to come
Escapees would finally feeling their temporary freedom
Only to find themselves back to this colosseum of claustrophobia
Day after day, we grow more and more exhausted
We work towards an invisible goal, that seemingly will never be reached
Until this day of reckoning.
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20 days
It is 20 days until the day of reckoning
The final war is upon us on this day
Supposingly dictating either the beginning, or an early grave
Groups sitting down, waiting, debating,
on whether to laugh or cry at their nerves
Before monstrous tanks are called in by the hunters
The enemies throwing in as many flashbangs as they can muster
Yet falling before the sharpness of our brain and bluster
The sages, pulling the strings of the puppets that we are
Dragging us from room to room
Seemingly towards certain doom, if unprepared
For the death traps within these trials that will await
which are often times triggered by not so obvious bait
When the sages conclude the cruelest of rituals
They recite the results to the masters
These individuals are the minds behind these tunnels of disaster
Our feelings, thoughts and pain are unseen, and to them will never matter
For we are only seen as a number, a statistic, means to an end
As their occupational success relies on our emboldened decent
Towards the day of reckoning
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10 days
10 days until the day of reckoning
There is no escape from the unyielding presence of gravity
Time is running out for our unchanging apathy
The seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, years spent doing, but never achieving
The past of merely walking with no meaning
As with any milestone completed, an avalanche soon followed
As passion and enthusiasm slowly turned hollow
As the hands of fate reach out from the hole towards us
Pointing to the direction of our doom
Feeling the pull into its singularity
Away from the past and into unfamiliarity
Consuming all who approach from their first step out the door
Through the event horizon
The day of reckoning
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3 days
3 days until the day of reckoning
Many of our eyes peering at them, To glance and skim
At these minions of the master, conjured up upon a whim
Machinery carried, and cords brought towards their sockets
A couple minds among us, chosen as our prophets
The minions, setting up the stage on which our final day will come
The day of reckoning
Madness is settling in, becoming a new lifestyle
Bittersweetness is present in these aisles
The sharing of their sentiments of these forced days together
Along with sudden realizations becoming all the more eminent
Will any bond after departure even be relevant?
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1 day
1 day until the day of reckoning
Time has slowed down further than ever
The walls in my stomach are squeezing together
What purpose will there be after this eye of the storm
Before from this prison of adolescence we are torn
After this end will we endlessly wander
Searching for ways and a purpose to ponder
Or must we repeat everything all over again
At another place of learning
After the day of reckoning
The place of no return, the event horizon
Our names being called up one by one
For our departure into time unknown
Staring into the abyss down below
As my name is called out I hesitantly walk towards the endless darkness ahead
Where the light that shows you the way stops at it’s dead end
Where will I go I wonder, where will I be I wonder
Who am I after the day of reckoning?
...30 days
30 days until the day of reckoning