The Lost Flock

One thousand times, we've asked.
Against the white flag we fought.
With the black sun, we made a pact.
Naive in the face of future, we singled ourselves out.
Circumstances uncertain, we flew on the planets.
With no destination, we were numb.
To shed light would be a miracle.

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