Chapter 1: Prolog
I Heard Movement
I Heard Movement
A candle was lit
By a single lighter flick
And now fire light lit the room.
Eyes looked up in fear
One even had a tear
Rolling down and dripping down
The light pit pat
Of tears like that was the only sound for hours on end
We look inside our memories
To find out how this hell could be
The one in which we live now
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