Bright lights, and dark shadows,
cannot hide the pain you’ve caused yourself,
we seem to have forgotten,
the lost art of conviction,
and as we watch, for the closest thing to the exit,
we cannot decide whether to,
live our lives,
or once again, start the genocide,
when the people gather ‘round,
when they revolt as prophesied,
they shall rise up, and fight,
when the people die, for no reason other than pure vanity,
the world will take notice that we were right, all along,
staring at the ground,
we can decide,
to live our lives,
or once again start the genocide.
 
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