O
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/      \

Soft the child there

Our sadness soon to be
The only story --- in town

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We speak of
LOVE FOREVER

But tomorrow is dead

And so it shall never be here !

( thus we so safe in our superficiality !)

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ENOUGH  !

--

We seem like

Computer generated hallmark greeting cards !

Or

Mind - **** propaganda from the C I A!

Designed to keep the children loveless
And in THEIR PLACE

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DEATH MASQUE SOUL-LESSNESS

Soon no-one

Will even have a face