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I'm not kidding,
I'm not kidding around,
Their tears might be see-through but they're falling down,
And like flies they're dropping,
Right before your eyes,
But you can't wake up,
You're just satisfied.
It might hurt to say it straight,
But this is left too late,
No prose no metaphors, just words,
We can't play blind forever.
It's clear you're not stopping,
To smell the air of disease,
Of war, of famine,
Of death and greed,
Millions will die for our complacency,
For our fat, slow lives,
That really mean nothing.
It might hurt to say it straight,
But this is left too late,
No prose no metaphors, just words,
We can't play blind forever.
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