Busted brains create trademarked, organic cement
Guns, or cameras, are just a few pixels different in the end...
Pseudo-anonymous drones fly "high" and they don't offer any respect
Dark, bloody innocence oozes through white picket fences
A fresh young face, as pale as the future sky
Children with gored eyes, shattered skulls and nothing to hide
Quarter inch fractures and lesions to match the sidewalks
Warm fluids drizzle into a vast modern day crevasse
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