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Its yet another night in yet another city that kills, feeling tired of feeling alone, so tired of sleeping through silent sounds. Facing myself is the hardest thing Ive ever done, facing my problems is facing the gun. Easy exits are the softest touch, a single squeeze to mark the end of an era but also the start of something new. Let blame rest on both my shoulders as it should on you, let pressure conduct the harmony of what is false and true, screaming at the sky to beg for a warmer rain like the one that streams from our eyelids, were on the last train home. Home is where our hearts explode and become our merits worn on celebration days to honour our courage. Lies and lies, we ourselves despise but carry on the living towards the blinding light we hold so dear in our memory and giving peace a second chance to fight for life and the dead but I can hear the bullets laugh as the gun rests on my head.

Epic songs sound worse than they have before, for years they were our only cries. Too much to bear, we stand still, hold our heads and stare as the graveyards fill up with the sweat and tears we used for so many generations to comfort our companions and strengthen the pillars of our nation. Courts have claimed that with fists there will be no justice, theres nothing left for us to fight. The terror that slept within our hearts is out and it wants revenge against the few who contributed to contain our internal bombs, the daggers that are our hands.

Will there be children to believe in the fairy tale that was humanity? Will there be news of the coming storm when it has raped our homes, left us cold and alone in endless days, weve served in countless ways the gods and masters who still see us as men of clay kneeling low and with nothing to defend slowly humming to the quiet end.

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