Listlessly eyeing landscapes
Lovelessly pondering heartaches
Compassionately searching eyes
Intellectualizing how everything dies
Time, it flows and ebbs
Infinite patterns, numbered threads
Unspeakable beauty, diminishing grace
Gone adrift, about face
Still,
The spirit persists
The voiceless resist
This treacherous storm is imminent
Yet calm is outside and within it
Shelters preserve the faithful
Fear amplifies the hateful
Bloodied ties
Edited lies
Somebody dies
Nobody cries
This silence
Isn't the sound of hell breaking loose
It's something much more sinister
The plight of good men down
City after city, town after town
This dread is existential
And it's not coincidental
What if there's no easy answer?
What if we all give in to this cancer?
Would it even matter?
Is there anything any sadder?
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