Citadeleans


why do we try to swim through the seas

when the skies are so much further

where are we supposed to go

when paradise was underneath


why do we cry out for justice

we never had the guts to dive

under the skies under the seas

our paradise is without us


why do we want to find our paradise

when it hates us so

why do we want to avoid the hells

when we were already there

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