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 stepping onto the ledge again no thought of the foothold beneath I wonder why maybe I want to hold on for you again I stare into deep emptiness but hollow words ring true or else why would I put on the fool's cloak and watch you with the tombstones those graves ? again? little patience left for this jester this harbinger of fraud and cowardice he, once a faithful shadow thought I again but now that too has passed flits of sand flits of sand sometimes I guess I want to believe even if I know it can't be true does that make it my momentary religion? a temporary addiction? this clinging to a hope so out of reach? again

o flags at half staff for the one who can't speak no songs of mourning or wars in their name no battle worth waging only the book deal and 15 minutes of fame in front of our eyes we watched nazi like torture as the skin began to crack and tongue dry but for blood and we looked well portioned at each other as we spouted out a diatribe of tolerance or understanding or apathy all save for greed the query hangs in the air a callous act of murder or release from hell inside my soul i weep mark this day those who still are blind for the moon is as blood red schreib und forschrieb another justification made law