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The sound deafens me; weakens the knees, eyes bleed.
Rivers of red run down the faces
All innocent within their own mortal cases
The future is here but now
We see only pain and fear, but how
Does it end?  Will we all just fall from our own vices?
Or rot within the confines of our own devices?

The sound deafens me; weakens the knees, eyes bleed.
Their tears will fall for all eternity
No longer is the earth a maternity
Our Skyscrapers: Our Gravestones
Reclamation in the acid bleached bones
Within the chemical Graves, that we self-made....                                                           On this world these markers are our only stain