We walk a weary wasteland

The flowers are dead and

The only music is the

Sound of the shrieking

My hands lack the magic

To bring wonder to the

Prosaic, the wound of

Reality expands to a scream

A smile cannot replace stitches

A kind word won’t staunch the

Bleeding, you can throw meat

To a million hungry wolves but

You cannot slake their thirst

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