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May 2013
Cry for the world in its madness
Cry for all that is lost
Sorrow gives only to sadness
Our children will bear final cost
Look at what we have become
Using innocence to feed the machine
With the **** of the earth about done
Sons of man are just ******* mean
Cause we live in a dance with the devil
Stained in excess colered need
It is the meek who are getting leveled
As the strong just feast in their greed
For in blood we have written our story
It seems we learn nothing at all
In striving for power and glory
Bleeding misery through the fall.      Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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   Nicole
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