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Bombshell
Separate bombs
from hell
bombs ...hell,
when bombs fall like rain
peoples lives
fell...
into a private room in Hell
without walls
some
ceased to exist
blown apart so commpletely
into a bloody mist
why don't we improvise
rejoin humanity...
Let's separate
Back into component resources
they have come
No, not just
the chemical ingredients,
All sentiments
of the insanity and sadistic science,
Which direct them
cease production.
Imagine
real statistics
over time
as we become
ever more
lethal.
Fighting over
this planet’s resources,
we lose all
if we cannot come together.
Stop selling off
our children futures
scandalously
In a lustful macho ritual
Which becomes
increasingly irrelevant
as pseudoscientific
masochistic minds
Fine tune their latest...
pitchforks
Speaking among themselves
about ingredients
of their secret sauce
hot enough
To bomb us
back into a stone age.
When will we ever learn
to stop spinning the wheel?
Of misfortune
for the profit of few
allowing
A chance for us
to lose all.
A prayer for peace
means freedom,
A school, a hospital,
a meaningful job,
Our families granted
plentiful and clean
food and water
Our resources
managed responsibly,
Real scientific minds,
turning towards curing
The worlds ills upon
which we all stand or fall
Without
willful destruction
of
We the people
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