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Writing With Music …(Moon Temple)

· Poetry

Oh the war, the famine, the grief, the pain

How it inspires the brain of the memories to come

The lost loved ones, the beauty destroyed

Death,  Death,  Death

Oh, death surrounds all

The generations to come shall grieve for us too

The label placed

All furnaces burn

All hearts cry

All anguish is heard

The bewildered soul, the complimentary tears flow

The children cry – motherless & fatherless they remain

The truth hurts – the truth about hatred

The hatred destroys, while humanity is ignored

The sounds of goodbyes

All good wills destroyed

Nothing is left to the human effort but

To survive at whichever ends meet

Survive for whoever lucky or unlucky to endure & escape

But the memories will linger forever.

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