Human

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Slaming doors
Burning wars
Damaged walls

Sirens are all around
Children are running with a bound
Horror is some obvious mound settling in their souls

Always and forever liberty
Is the least right they could ask for

Right now humanity
Is such a mystery
Every ruler needs a victory
Even if it is just a trickery
It is not considered a victory
If it affects humanity
In the end we are trying to survive every day's mysery

These days
Any soul that has mercy
We will look at it in owe
Cause yeah you're pretty.

I am a human
You are a human
We are all humans
But why do life look so dark like bitumen
Because some humans thought they were born kings
With those diamond rings
But we must all cling
To life that could go in a split.

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