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THE END

The changes in front of us,

How can we not notice,

That all has become dust.

How can one be surrounded,

But feel so alone,

How is all soundless,

In the middle of a war zone.

Why do we belittle human life?

Why do people live in fear and strife?

Our people die like the holocaust,

Yet we sit happy and uncrossed,

When was humanity cursed?

How much did our souls cost?

Was it worth the pay?

Are we never gonna see the light of day?

So many lessons,

But who will be left to learn them?

So many questions,

But who would be there to ask them?

Why do we live in so much pain?

When I look around the only feeling is anguish,

When would our skies open to rain?

And when would all this hatred be extinguished.

In the end what would be the gain?

Who would share the fame?

We are our own game,

Yet we lose without shame.

It’s sad all hope might be lost,

And there might be nothing left to defend,

Alas the evil we did not exhaust,

Played it’s part in our sad and shameful end.

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