Aftermath
Hole in the sky
where the blood drips
an oasis of pain
songs rise up from the ground(high again)
angels
fight on the head of a
pin
our world rotates on
it's axis(as always)
Needless strife and
sorrow persist
Thousands walk
the streets
Sex for love or money
lights dark fires within
the multitude is
composed of many pieces
jigwaw puzzled on
the carpet
waiting to be finished
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