We have woken up from our slumber.

Trapped and then released; what we thought was wrong.

To be greeted by hallways a number,

It would be arduous here to stay strong.

Up and out of our cells, an adventure

"Awaits" us. It has no true direction,

Not one knows it is a misadventure;

Our fate with a planned, poor projection.

Then the darkness begins to consume us,

Every sudden illness drives their mental tolls,

Tripped, fell, impaled, destroyed, all of us,

And we are ripped of our souls.

Then, a great truth struck after our fall:

"We have become one, and one will be all."