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Shoelaces
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Poetry The worry of the world
Left for the children of the gun
Spread out with the fire that left us
endless days of death, and smoke
With the words that once held minds together, we built up from our graves
To spit out teeth
Now we drink only blood
And see pale reflections in the falling trees
In the barn, sitting in ash and twisting metal
You saw our truth hanging with untied shoelaces
Calling them angels suspended in silence
But their innocence was forgotten with each final choke
Until the darkness was only a dream
Of a dream, and the cold was only in birth
And misery, only a word
I know we'll die soon, but not tonight
While the crystal moon dissolves
Tonight these last stars explode for you
