The world was always broken,
the madness is the truth,
but here amidst the broken,
we somehow muddle through.
At a young age
we think we can change the game,
march in the streets
and fight hard.
At that young age,
we think heaven can be made,
don’t get that far.
Somewhat older,
we think the world will smolder,
it won’t survive
what we are.
Somewhat older,
when all are growing...
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