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see it fit that we are made to believe there is a purpose we serve.when dull bombs drop and remorse swallows cities. fall short and instigate a revolver for our brains. we were made to serve a purpose. unite and fight for a common goal. only when we start to breathe is our one purpose stifled. laughter turns to such shallow breaths. the jury looks to the judge for direction. i always knew it would come to this. my silence lets me lose my guidance. my smile lets me lose my fear. we're made to believe all the grandeur, but in reality there is nothing to it. the sound of snow silently falling calls my being into question. i have more faith in the sounds that i can't hear than the judge whose icy verdict is stabbed through my smile. it's not possible to embrace when you are the owner of nuclear arms. predisposed to violence, and always the same revolver.

oh, if these echoes were answers-my god, i'd have none left to search for. directions turned to fabled sirens and impaled me on cold fortune. the beach was limitless and the corpses danced with smiles. just for a moment i could have sworn that they were falling in love. broken glass and dirty needles lined the foaming crest of the ocean. your broken smile kept me sane. if these echoes were answers-my god, i'd be able to die smiling.