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Upon the graves of the dead

There is movement and life

Within this place of being

The living reside

The living reside

Many bodies and minds

Of individual thinking

Distort the reality in motion

Such that thought becomes ill

Cut by the one's before us

And ended by one's proceeding

To clothe the uncertain creations

Atomic madness siphons up

And slowly kills us off

Experience of ridicule

That I believe to be mine

Forever is within ourselves

Like a bloodstain

Internal attitudes sweep the

Bottom of the heart

All ferocious emotions

Shall grow in numbers

A touch of indifference

Shall keep me sane

Amid the destruction

The living reside

We bury the dead

I'll never know why

To bring forth new life

Someday to die