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"Anonymous"
Where hope once thrived, Now lies ruins of dreams of the downtrodden
Where truth once survived, Now is a tombstone spelling out the forgotten
The wind that once spoke beauty to my ears is trapped within these glass walls
The sun that once shone through the branches is hidden in these golden halls
Lively hearts dancing in the streets, No desperation was witnessed by bystanders
Bullets burned in the name of peace, No bloodshed over these living standards
Our homes were protected, We were bulletproof like an angel was on our shoulders
Souls no longer infected, We were priceless diamonds shaped from the roughest boulders
What hell has opened to swallow our innocence and devour our promises
What heaven has forgotten her children and signs the clouds as “Anonymous”
We’re shooting ourselves in the foot, Stabbing the hands that reach out for assistance
We’re drowning ourselves in the soot, Burning the hearts that beg for existence
This nightmarish life filled with fire and strife
Is there no savior to quench ire and grief
We must cauterize this hole in our love
Lest we stand in unison and burn this hopeful dove
Where truth once survived, Now is a tombstone spelling out the forgotten
The wind that once spoke beauty to my ears is trapped within these glass walls
The sun that once shone through the branches is hidden in these golden halls
Lively hearts dancing in the streets, No desperation was witnessed by bystanders
Bullets burned in the name of peace, No bloodshed over these living standards
Our homes were protected, We were bulletproof like an angel was on our shoulders
Souls no longer infected, We were priceless diamonds shaped from the roughest boulders
What hell has opened to swallow our innocence and devour our promises
What heaven has forgotten her children and signs the clouds as “Anonymous”
We’re shooting ourselves in the foot, Stabbing the hands that reach out for assistance
We’re drowning ourselves in the soot, Burning the hearts that beg for existence
This nightmarish life filled with fire and strife
Is there no savior to quench ire and grief
We must cauterize this hole in our love
Lest we stand in unison and burn this hopeful dove
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