Vehicles of destruction
In our own world
Of grandiose
Let them think what they want
Even when delusions
Never escape your mind
Couldn't justice be quick enough?
Even hope leaves you dangling
On occasion you think you need
Verification of your own
Existence
Reaching out got you nowhere
Calling out got you nowhere
One only should have to scream so loud
My people are screaming
Everyone is screaming for some
Sort of saviour
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