The blue sky cracks over me
Pieces tumble down
Shards of black hang overhead
Can you hear the cries
The voices calling out
No time left for good men
No one safe or innocent
Shards of sky raining down
Cries reach out over the waves
The voices calling out
Jagged quilt of black and blue
No comfort there for me
An empty chill
The voices calling out
grow quiet in the end
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