Something, inside me, has overflowed
A beckoning, from a world, beyond my own
Something...
Something, inside me, has overflowed
A beckoning fight from a world, beyond my own
Systems, of hatred and selfishness, have taken hold
Poisoning our minds
Mirrors of, what's within
Empathy turned jaded, has been built up,
On the backs of the innocent, senselessly condemned to die
Planting, the seeds of compassion, it is not long before they sanctify
Taking hold, and letting go, of a hardened heart
No longer pretending, that this inconvenience
Is excusable for genocide
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