I lie awake at night.
I stare into the sky,
as if everything's alright.
I really want to die.
Ashes go to ashes.
Dust always goes to dust.
Society all clashes
when actions are unjust.
Chaos comes to cater.
Hope never wants to stay.
Love has always been a traitor.
People all decay.
In times of war, the actions
of corrupt assembly,
causes the reaction
of untethered disagree.
The sounding of bombs are music.
The mustard gas, the smell.
Singing is the mimic
that causes the funeral.
I lie under the stars
of painted fantasy.
Propaganda scars.
The world screams to be free.
Why we tred upon the lives
of innocent remains?
Questions answered with only lies.
Peace will never be obtained.
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