The Crocodiles Song
I can cry for mankind
I try to stop but it's like
open eyes of salt and sand,
images submerged in bloody water
I weep for humanity,
for the screaming and the slaughter
its sad vulgarity
Oh this evolved fear
is no friend of mine
Useless damn things,
like teeth in famine
prayers in war or those
rituals for dead and dying
Knowing this, is nothing anyway
We, innocent of the the stars living,
holding tight in our dream in dark,
or vain wishes in day, staring into the past
Guilty as the rest, heavily burdened
by some terminal mark
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