Now is not the time to weep
For there will be a better time to weep
When the fires run out of things to devour
And the waters run out of people to drown
Then there will be a time to regret
Our words unspoken
Or rather, words unheard
Unheeded
But now, in this carpet of acid rain
Amid this stifling heat
We march on
Like soldiers to their graves
Without fear
In the murderous dark
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