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Tragedy in Syndicate
Words…
I wish they could
Destroy the world.
Do you think they can?
Do you think—you can?
I'm not so sure.
I've seen fire and hurt,
And it's all come to rent.
Would you live on this land
Now when everything so sweet
Is to be laid broken at our feet?
Words,
Wilted, spent, and softly spoken,
Left like liquor—sad, broken, spent.
Do you believe in doom?
Can you fix the dark any quicker?
Words—last week when I
Heard your mother,
She cried to me,
"Don't let my boy die so quickly…"
Bombs upon Gaza,
Death down in Israel,
Just last night I saw Ben
Play fiddle against the Holocaust.
Words,
I wish they could be heard.
Tears and ghosts, you know,
Rage, rage against our dying light.
Words you heard—
So now you will fight,
Fight against the dead and dying,
Rage against humanity's end.
Words,
I wish they would—
Do you think that they
Ever could?
Stop me…
From dying?
Could I stop you…
You from dying?
With such…
Words.
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I wish they could
Destroy the world.
Do you think they can?
Do you think—you can?
I'm not so sure.
I've seen fire and hurt,
And it's all come to rent.
Would you live on this land
Now when everything so sweet
Is to be laid broken at our feet?
Words,
Wilted, spent, and softly spoken,
Left like liquor—sad, broken, spent.
Do you believe in doom?
Can you fix the dark any quicker?
Words—last week when I
Heard your mother,
She cried to me,
"Don't let my boy die so quickly…"
Bombs upon Gaza,
Death down in Israel,
Just last night I saw Ben
Play fiddle against the Holocaust.
Words,
I wish they could be heard.
Tears and ghosts, you know,
Rage, rage against our dying light.
Words you heard—
So now you will fight,
Fight against the dead and dying,
Rage against humanity's end.
Words,
I wish they would—
Do you think that they
Ever could?
Stop me…
From dying?
Could I stop you…
You from dying?
With such…
Words.
© All Rights Reserved
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