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Donne to Death

Once more, words will fall

Into that strobe-lit hole;

Lost to the vacuous vacuum

Of simultaneous in-breaths,

Hoping get that line out

Before anyone else.

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Once more, echoes rebound

Around and around.

Endorsing and reinforcing;

Cheering and jeering,

Hoping to find our place

On algorithm shelves.

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Once more, we stride forward,

Uncountable missile messages

Striking swift and sure.

Glorious victory lies

At the end of that treadmill

Powered by yourself.

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Once more, the world turns.

On battle-shaken axis.

Never-ending targets;

And ammunition, infinite.

The definition of insanity.

A new level of hell.

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Once more, turning to hope

Over long experience –

A land where all have a voice,

Yet ears are redundant,

We cry into the void

Then retreat to our shells.

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Once more, we self-promote

Into human-made holes

Of prideful derisions

And fallacious divisions.

The players and the played.

But, for whom tolls that bell?

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