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from the outside in
the killing goes on and on
and nothing beyond
one can only feel hatred for so long
until
one tries to see what therein lies
realize
what life isn't worth
run your hand through the
darkness of the night
to enter, to sustain
this eternal fright
for life
anger holds what mankild wants to love hatred fills us with shame (for the fascist's passion)
until you spill another's blood, flowing like a stream
you don't know what guilt is like, flowing like a stream
death comes on swift wings
in the
mind of the thinking child
a new butterfly comes, devastating and dangerous
destroy what you, don' know and can't love
fight it off, push a shove
anger holds what mankild wants to love hatred fills us with shame (for the fascist's passion)
until you spill another's blood, flowing like a stream
you don't know what guilt is like, flowing like a stream
