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Enough, Enough
because we did not choose death it chose us how the dead die how the lies, lie how the wind howls under a clear Nevada sky how the colors fade to black, black, black twisting us up fireballs and acid pools burning souls of sorrow sorrow skin kites fly away black as death clouds blood black leaves newspaper headlines for angry men again? Sandy Hook once more weeps in the angry wind thorns on the cross bulletins of death as one more devil does his best to rip the souls of men bloodflower bombs under the night sky can’t die? counting weapons? really? who cares how many? once again, we weep we grieve and grieve our words and wounds in the news one more long death song repeating rifles bullet waves under amber grain within the well of sorrow hidden in the headlines our overwhelming pain one more death is much too much white stones death on hillsides of green broken bodies stacked wheat on red cement gruesome as a Nazi death camp so much rotten fruit and firewood under a peaceful Nevada sky while the dark dance of death cuts away our inner child foolish me I thought all the demons had died now I wonder where are our angels? have we killed them with our pride? John is gone Martin’s died Jesus is long forgotten and all the wolves are inside us
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