In the eyes of the innocent
The memories of the dead
Beating against their cages
Jaded and not yet lost
They speak the words so clearly
But they fall upon the deaf
No truth be told – The future is blurred
The lines are drawn
With the blood of the strong
Waiting – suspended
Breathe
Will they seal our fate
Dooming us to hate
Spilling the blood
Of faceless man
Causing this dissolution
Not seen till too late
STOP!
Take a good look
Tomorrow –
Start deconstruction
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