This change is deadly.
When we slave ourselves to our nature.
When we destroy every glimpse of innocence.
When we violate our senses.
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I crawl amongst them in a cave,
Under a tombstone – my name engraved
Empty echoes inside my coffin,
My body dead, my flesh has rotten
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My mind has gone crazy, and there is no calming.
Downtown shootings and overseas bombings.
Homeland destruction and the terrorist expansion,
Drug money funding dictator’s mansions.
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We lean towards the usual, nothing out of our casual swing.
Usually leaving, coming, and going, never on time for anything.
We plead to the masses, we plead to the scene.
We plead to anyone, but no one hears a thing.
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Ahh, my dear, what to do today?
Perhaps some coffee, would you please stay?
But, by the way, my sweetie, if I may,
Your dress is quite exquisite, I do say.
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Shells dropped, shells buried,
People running around in panic, worried.
Bullets zipped, bullets slammed,
Specific targets all are damned.
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