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Last Nation Standing
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this world busy like a cell in here,
packed together, yet alone,
visionless faces pursuing a fake,
to be the only that shows up @ your wake.
no expression, or organs to show,
pushing and shoving,
no knowledge of another,
strung together on a tether.
the blood on their hands,
is all but acknowledged,
watching foolish tradgedies,
while suffering from maladies.
a victimless battle already lost,
erosion of people,
without cooperation,
this is the last nation.
