By your commonality we are one.
Each lost city we find.
They allow ignorance to bloom.
By our very inability to rationalize.
With every choice that you can not make.
Life after death you have to believe.
Toil on.
Victims that never were, parents won't.
At the scene of your crime is your birth.
You must have thought,
to travel through time or you can't.
Emily's gone hope is not.
Faith is food to you priests have spread.
Bombs that fall on each, on the heads.
Children that untaught you have raised.
By the time this you've read its to late.
By paying no one more attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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