Partisans Of Grief

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The voices clash and debate Their bleeding hearts flow never-ending (Like their appetites) "Left" on a front-line they can't defend (Why try to pretend?) Spouting, incentives One way, directives Sleep well, night-watchman (Privilege has its own objectives) Blind ambitions Death processions Selling our tragedies (Emotional pornography redeemed) Partisans, wake the world to sorrow Pantagruels rouse your buried woe Partisans, face your black tomorrow Swan songs, from death's throat Boiling in, a plight of circumstances, dismayed Running off, when raging seas get rough, To save themselves We all know this ship is sinking fast The Captain's on is own, The devil's die is cast, for Eschaton You fuel the problems you profess to solve... Our weary world embedded With Avarice and vice Like inscets locked in amber, They're corpses locked in ice With silence their companion And death their destination They tread, slogging onward, callously unchanged

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