For once more I entered the scene
For a darker, treacherous play
Feeling the cold passing my feet
Feeling their lives passing away
Shocking images of time
Shouting in a hatred dream.
Shelters no longer exist
Should I tell them what I mean?
The seeds of my own solution
The needs are complicated in conclusion
Heal those wounds if you can
Hear the screams of the dead men
Help them - it’s gonna be fun
Hold out for a better plan
It’s time to get out of the scene
Stop this bright and treacherous play
For these lives no longer exist;
Much better than nothing to say
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