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End Of Humanity
For every indifference
Bullet, was the answer
Innocently a baby asked,
Who are they?
In no time,
She was silenced
3-4 metals run her head
I was there to,
Witness the fest,
Till,
Gun was vacant.
Silent I was.
“Learned never to talk,
It’s a half filled,
what makes noise”,
that is what,
I was taught.
Silent I will be.
Then I,
Closed my eyes.
Closed my ears.
Closed my lips.
So that,
I could close my heart.
Bullet, was the answer
Innocently a baby asked,
Who are they?
In no time,
She was silenced
3-4 metals run her head
I was there to,
Witness the fest,
Till,
Gun was vacant.
Silent I was.
“Learned never to talk,
It’s a half filled,
what makes noise”,
that is what,
I was taught.
Silent I will be.
Then I,
Closed my eyes.
Closed my ears.
Closed my lips.
So that,
I could close my heart.
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