when roaring anger
hits calming sky
a matter of time
screaming brains
will follow as flesh
separate from bones
walls, ceiling to dust
what have we accomplish
mass destruction, killing
we celebrate death
and when they rise
from ashes; visit
we cry like babes
we show world
our griefs, our souls
lets go separate more flesh
separate rocks from irons
to feed our satisfaction
to feed our righteous mind
until nothing is left
except those sleeping
with us, who knows us
so well; they're like us
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