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It feels so unreal that we accept this to go on, the pain and suffering that so many reduce to nothing at all |
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I hold you responsible for the actions that you choose |
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You can't claim your innocence when you claim power over their lives |
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How can anyone choose death before life? |
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You turn your face away from the pictures |
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You don't want to see the horror in their eyes; you want to go on just like before |
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Just like always |
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Putting whatever bodypart you want in your mouth without the moral conflict |
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I hear their screams, they are endless |
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I see them in pain from the torture, dying in the murdermachine that you support without guilt or perspective |
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They once had a pulse, hearts that were beating |
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They felt, the saw and the lived |
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So beautiful and unique in there ways |
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How can you? |