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Author: Silly Little Songwriter
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Horror - Published: 12-06-05 - Updated: 12-06-05 - id:2064195

Dying inside,
Sick in the head,
Unable to hold on,
To the shattered life,
He calls his own.

Is this what we've come to,
Faithful destruction of our minds,
Is this what we hoped for,
Never ending suffering.

We are a nation,
Dying all as one,
Helping in our own self destruction,
Screaming all as one,
Helpless in our sky falls around us.

Broken as my back,
We lay in puddles of death,
Hoping for a savior,
No one can imagine,
Hopelessness personified.

Is this what we've come to,
An end that no one dreamed for,
Is this what we hoped for,
Death undeniable.

We are a nation,
Dying all as one,
Helping in our own self destruction,
Screaming all as one,
Helpless in our sky falls around us.



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