Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 1
A child’s tears
The hope of a nation leaks out her eyes
A deadly dance of disaster
Spinning faster, the number grow
Each one a story
Wrapped up in a statistic
Each one a life
Connected to countless others
We are all dominos and
We’re all falling down now
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