|this is how the world falls apart (you're to blame)|
Did you want the epitome, the solace quiet of a funeral,
the way the tears awkwardly fall
and you search for the one person
who is looking for you, to confirm others hurt too.
At story’s end, no one concluded a war of the worlds,
not this way, a fuse lit at both ends
where the crossfire left those who were innocent
suddenly feeling guilty for being there.
The parts of the world broke into more parts of the world,
and a puzzle formed that God himself
didn’t want to piece together,
clearly it was our turn to decide the fate.
Just like Him, we began to make the effort,
and gave up somewhere near half way,
I saw you thinking to yourself that it wasn’t worth it,
the remains of the war would have to do.
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