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It's the end of times,

People pray for their lives.

And where were you when we needed a hand to hold?

And where were you when faith ran away?

The children die as their mothers cry,

Our lives just pass,

Like grains of sand falling into the hourglass,

Like the pieces falling off our house.

The promised land, our paradise,

Seems to dim,

Just like a breaking light.

The gates of hell,

Opened on birth,

Closer to death,

Burn hotter than our hate.

Where were you?

Every time I cried,

Every time I called your name.

I ask you why,

Do millions have to die?

Full of hate,

To the bitter end.

I think it’s time to say ‘fuck you’,

It’s time to say goodbye.

 - Adrian Gabardo

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