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The soulful wail of the guitar
The beautiful voice of the lead singer
The bass and the drums reverberating through us
Tearing at the souls of the audience
Making our souls cry while our eyes stay dry
Our hearts left breaking in a million pieces
All the while we bob our heads and think of loves lost deep in the subconscious
Not understanding why we feel so lonely,  lost
Why we feel our hearts are being ripped from our chest                            
Play on soulful guitar, sing beautiful voice, encompass our bodies bass and drums
Sing our heartache like only you can.
  Nov 2015 Paul Butters
Aditi Kumar
The guns won.
Humanity lost.

The love we thought we all shared,
Shattered and the shards pierced our eyes.
The dead wanted to stay dead,
But those who are slaughtered from the soul
Want all of us to be that way too.

Hollow
Dry
Hungry
Loveless.

On this day, I don't even want to pray.
I have seen what religion does to people.

It's not a War that's brewing,
It's a force field:
One that hides us from each other,
One that forbids communication.

We are a confused people.
Painting our false faces won't help.
And now,
I don't know what will.
Our humanity was stretched thin, but now it is torn like a lion ripped it apart with it's gnashing teeth.
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