Going, going, gone (A Short Poem. Bear with me, I haven't written poetry in a while.)

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Going, going, gone.

How far have we fallen?

Going, going, gone.

How far shall we fall?

I can't see the light, I have lost my feelings.

I can't see what's right, too much dirty dealing.

"Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their shoulders... burning with the fires of Orc."
-Roy Batty, Blade Runner