we have such an unrelenting capacity to hurt one another
history’s lessons go forgotten
inevitably we live and die the same patterns
it hurts to exist in a world where destruction is indefatigable
where our bodies have to give sacrifice for ideals
we hope our dying screams will live forever
and they do,
they become warped by new-old realities
twisted to betray our cause
they become the rods to beat down those who dare scream our screams
live…live…live
but we are doomed to repeat the same patterns
so the hurt
hurt
unceasingly, we are undone
death…death…suicide
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