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Humanities Existence Enters Oblivion

Broken knuckles on the bloodied concrete
weak souls with no sense of hope
bullets fly and children die
cut after cut humanity drains away


your self respect is what you neglect
tired principles become ritual
your insecurity breads agony
you turn to hate, that hate we must break


I have become tired I have had enough
Everyone so quick to jump up, so tough
so hardcore, that mask you wear
that mask you wear so mean so gruff


Can’t you see this silliness is killing us


our cycle becomes created
our cycle it is repeated
together we won’t be defeated