Requiem for the masses Requiem for a dream And why remember what we might have been, who we were in our minds back then? How the change parade eroded while blazing bombs exploded grasping all we’d ever known into shards and pain. Did we gain? Did anyone gain an iota of grain or water or wine an aeon more time to cry in, to more slowly die? Why hold our trust in a past that betrayed us? If no future is nigh we can still look to the sky to the stars to dream.
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