Snap my fingers and silence fills the room
Project like a projector, doom
Not as punishment but warning
Been this way from the beginning

Now the world is weeping
The losses unimaginably heaping
Frustration settles like an unwelcome visitor
Instigating and insinuating like an inquisitor

Despite what comes and is waiting
Spreading rumours and somehow relating
The love with which we are given in deeds
Are actually hidden in the creeds

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