a million tears

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A million tears


Water falls from the sky
Who are we and what are we doing
And why

What is the world, that is so strange
Were grasping fingers clutch green paper
And for green paper, a black muck
We kill
We maim
We bomb
Time stops, and starts again

A dust cloud remains
And that is all
We are the victors we are the losers
No one wins, no one wins
No one
Humanity loses but no one wins





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