Angry
Blood
Exploding
happiness is the sound of death screams
Innocent,
a word that no longer means anything it seems
Technology
advances but life’s value becomes less
How’d we
become such a morality mess?
There’s a
point to cry tears, but nothing’s more useless
Pretence
is that there’s justice but it’s all imaginative
Once a
life’s gone or damage has been done, it’s relative
Nothing
can make anything return to the status quo ante
The blood
from lives unfulfilled seeks revenge
That’s
just and satisfaction is a must
Those that
mourn have nothing but remembrance
It does
due to celebrate the loved one’s life and, that’s humanness
Managing
sorrow is a soul in pain and torment
Find
solace in faith or reason’s firmament
You’ve
entered the cursed environment
Forever
an empty space which once was ebullient
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