The perfumed scent of economic stability
Dulled the stench of burning flesh
Turned their heads and pretended but
They couldn't hide from their blood soaked
Conscience
Injecting a plethora of green into your living corpse
Your dead and buried
Remain sedate
Remain
Sedate
Without conviction
Genocidal cruxifixion
It still occurs on all scales
Do you feel the guilt
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