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I cry for you;
I cry for me. I cry in silent agony. My hears is broken, for you're alone. Within those cold walls made of stone with watchers formed of manmade drones. And thousands in the same tombs shown That what we are they'll never own. By those that say they won't condon but do as well, the evil deeds That make us want to severneeds, but can't because of all we see. Unjust that lies far well beneath the surface felt beneath our feet Will one day show its seething teeth. For wrong will not forever grow. It can't; it won't; it cannot go that way because the world will know. In full the ugly inhuman toll that takes our loved ones near and far can only be felt in a broken heart. The maiming of our men and sons will one day blow the smoking gun that toils within the minds of young will not be stopped by older ones. It's coming and yet we all can see like blinding lights that catch the beast. We're caught inside this nightmare hell and what Oh God can stop this spell? Yet it must come to relieve the stress and anguish felt so deep. What works be done that we must try to make society hear out cry? For help with all that hurts inside for not all men deserve to die like animals caged they mock and tease. Society would rather toss the keys than teach and love the desperate need. I cry for you; I cry for me; I cry is silent agony. "Sometimes even to live is an act of courage"
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