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My Career as a Journalist (Makes Sense Not to Me)
I want to write about the world
So I can inform the masses that
The masses that
Gather in the small town squares
Staring at the sky for the sun to appear
The sun to appear
They'll know
Everything, everything that nobody else will say
To them
Maybe they'll appear at night
The stars that are blocked by the city light
One day they might
One day they might
When we all scream
Skin will be dripping down down down down down down
Children
Hair ripped from their tiny heads
They'll be screaming
We'll be bleeding
Out of our empty eye sockets our eyeballs have been
Exploding
Buildings are falling on the populace
We're dead
We're dead
But we'll start over
We'll start over
Staring at the sky
We can see the stars now
No obstructions
No light bulbs to block and
Nothing to paint the sky and nature
Lives on
Given just another chance
