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WHO ?

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how much closer must DEATH come ?

The silent children -- but the SCREAM is felt and known

We are all -- ALL! -- refugees

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How much closer CAN death come ?

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In movies little girls
Still paint their fingernails

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We paint our dreams with tales of horror and blood

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We peddle our egos and look for gold

In their dying eyes

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WHO  ?

We walk the wet nights looking for eachother

Looking for the weak to plunder and the strong to join

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We shame the gods and the creation

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We are silent though our SCREAMS are felt

As DEATH approaches and we yield