End from Aguará Guazú by Barometric

No more expanse to make the paper grave
Seem anything more than a future date.
All of the people gathered there to wait
For a stranger to speak on behalf of the body

On behalf of the man in charge,
still at large,
I salute nothing
in a vain attempt
to seem distanced
from injustice.

I got out
but then I fell right back in line
I got out
but then I fell right back in line

Flashing my teeth in stills adorning the walls,
I feel a panic creeping down through the halls.
A twisted figurine that's of my visage;
A reverse voicemail message threatening sin.

I saw nothing when I looked to the mirror,
but only 'cause, there was no light
I saw nothing when I looked to that mirror,
but only 'cause it was dark outside.

~

Dying on your own don't seem so sad
until you sing for the things
that your dream,
but didn't have.

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