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Vibrato shattered shells

Mortal coils unwound

The dirty veil of the Earth

Chokes on its own existence

They are coming from the stars

The ancestors of faith

To bludgeon the black souls of the inept

And the people take pills

In hopes of some relief

From the wrong way they live

The inside-out dimension

Where hate and greed are gold

Destruction, annihilation, killing, death

Hobbies of the day

And the world looks away

Senseless sentiments

No food from a prayer

No care from a thought

They suffer while you shop

And the world looks away

To die in dungeons of war-torn rubble

Dirty, dusty wounds

Crying in the air

Why do some lives matter less

The coffin line is a mess

And they soak-in their riches

On the other side of the world

Profit over people

Indifference over love

This world is an open-air museum

Of hurt and hunger, of lies and bomb thunder

But there are angels with high souls

Eyes wide open over the oblivious and the stupid

Those small moments of care and hope

Those threads of decency, honesty, real religion

Not one based on lowering the lives of others

And when the world looks away

There are some who turn around