Holding Stock
Holding Stock
We would wait. Waiting was a game.
We would sit. Developing, a name.
That we could announce, to the world.
That would forever twirl.
Sitting in the dark, was a scare.
Blackness all around you in a flare
So, how would we survive?
How could we live, to die?
Sounding, a bell we would wait.
Sounding, a bell we would create.
Sounding, a bell we would destroy
Sounding, a bell we would deploy.
Sounding, a bell we would hear.
The fear, that would wait.
It was a game.
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