hurt translates to eyes that look by
at skies so they can cry
drain the blood and stem the flood
feed the mouths of those that pout
those dreams that mean so much, escape thy clutch
blame it on those helpless ones
bring it so that they're the shunned
shy from those that help
so you can come back to whelp
leave it be to free those who see
that those blind aren't those behind
its people who draw themselves up to be
the ones who decree then flee
when danger comes to have bodies flung
let the peasants and the riff raff be the fodder
they can not bother so it'd be another
blue lakes weep and winds sweep the clouds tear stained cheeks
caused by those that fly to circumscribe the live
who look down in vain to see sheer pain
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