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The society decided to go on
Carry on with the wind like the wind is not poisonous
Screaming, "the poison doesn't matter!"
"We'd die but wouldn't let go"
Shameful romantic tragedy
And there were the ones
Who asked to let go, who demanded, begged
Who let go and shut the doors
And were scorned for keeping everyone alive
For not carrying the poison
"Oh, you're so afraid of death"
Or perhaps they'd rather not be catalysts
Knowledgeable ignorant murderers
These fallen bodies
Aren't they on the heads of literate catalysts?
"We're not afraid of death!"
And murdering, it appears
They'll say, "it's nothing," grinning ignorantly
Hefty proud of their irresponsibility
Insisting, trying to pressure the decents to participate in their crime
But some would rather fight to the end
Than give in out of fear
The catalysts indulge in worldly pressures
Ignoring the bodies around
Seeing, unseeing it's all their doing
They frown at the loss of the masses
As well the struggling masses
But aren't they suffocating because of you?
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