Did you want the epitome, the solace quiet of a funeral, | 1 |
the way the tears awkwardly fall | 2 |
and you search for the one person | 3 |
who is looking for you, to confirm others hurt too. | 4 |
At story’s end, no one concluded a war of the worlds, | 5 |
not this way, a fuse lit at both ends | 6 |
where the crossfire left those who were innocent | 7 |
suddenly feeling guilty for being there. | 8 |
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The parts of the world broke into more parts of the world, | 9 |
and a puzzle formed that God himself | 10 |
didn’t want to piece together, | 11 |
clearly it was our turn to decide the fate. | 12 |
Just like Him, we began to make the effort, | 13 |
and gave up somewhere near half way, | 14 |
I saw you thinking to yourself that it wasn’t worth it, | 15 |
the remains of the war would have to do. | 16 |