genocide // luka korba poetry

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is there a reason to live on regardless
of whether she loves me or whether she's heartless?
i know that all roads lead home,
so hit the road and come home.

i read the papers,
the killings have started;
a genocide pending
for everyone part of this world,
and the papers get sold.

profiting from prophets,
they don't teach you nothing
that's useful in hindsight;
you're blind with no lifeline,
but know that all the roads lead home.

go hit the road and come home.

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