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Sep 2010
Tick tock. Tick tock
The clock is never stopping
Never slowing
Never ceasing
Never moving

Drip drop. Drip drop
Blood is flowing
Tears are falling
Sweat is dripping

Its something horrible that they've done
Destroying many
Not just one

Could they not think?
Not see?
Never understand?

Sitting in a palace so grand
Watching the peons scramble about
Never even pretending to give ****

Now the successors lie to us
Try to appeal to the nothing left behind
Try to force themselves upon us

Can you not see it?
Feel it?
Know it?

Tick tock. Tick tock
Goes the last few precious minutes
Our only chances at recovery

Drip drop. Drip drop
The blood is flowing from a pointless war
Our lives swiftly following....
- From The Mind of a Me
Laura Spain
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