Where were you
when this storm of hate
overtook us
this insufferable sickness
this horde of oppression
this biblical pestilence
where were you
my friend
when the world turned to hate
when the blood ran
to the horses' bridles
and the saints came crashing in
were you shouldering your load
alone or with friends
were you alarmed
were you disarmed
were you friend or foe
one of them or one of us
lay your head down
peacefully
lay your life down
fruitlessly
and when the machines come
they will tear from us
our jugulars
but we will be wholeheartedly
entertained.
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