Silence-
Rueful awe fills the Pyrrhonist population
as painful proof plows into their presence.
The wind welcomes our oblivion
for they were here long before us
and treat the world more compassion than our war.
Sorrow-
Wryful rage at the government for their lies
and the way they've let this fantasy become truth.
The crowd cries out quietly
for they were wronged by the decadent deceivers
and they realise that they have loved life.
Song-
Lamentable murmuring mouths mourn the massacre
as men and missiles are mismatched against motherships and millenia.
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