corruption is all our sick world has become
the man who held us in his broken fingers,
has forced us all to be numb
his hands, sweat laced and weak,
nearly dropping our meanings
far enough to dub them bleak
a mother who's tears claim love
and missing, nothingness to come
for her daughter is dying in ill willed cold blood
a father forever gone
lost in his mind
emptiness from dusk till dawn
the man who's hands we own
atlas' devilish grin
has broken everything we've ever known
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