lunatics and madmen/

lunatics and madmen
everywhere one looks
something should break
should it not?
with their guns and
their songs and
their hate in their wake
when fiction becomes
reality and reality
just myth...

i hold my head in my hands
afraid it will explode
and the steel hot rain
burns me to bone
screaming for silence
screaming

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