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You look.
You look way up high.
And you see your airplanes
Fall from the sky.
And you ask yourself why,
Why did all those people have to die?
But you know why.

There is only
One reason
Airplanes fall
From the
Sky like
That and
It's the same
Reason
You run home,
Bar your windows and
Nail your door
SHUT but
There is neither
Room to run nor
Room to hide the
Rest of your life
Measured meager
By the remaining
Store of canned goods
And dry rations.

All I can hope for,
Rotting away in
Some anonymous
Mass grave,
Is that you know
In your heart that
You should have done
Your part,
And it haunts you
Till the day you're drinking
Acid rain out of a gutter
You selfish cunt.