Limit Of Trust
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No more blood and no more room,
Time! Throw your groping spears,
Heal a few with the soft fingers
Wounds given by the passing years,
Are enough and enough is enough,
The earth seems a pneumatic trough,
Stop now collecting human sighs,
An apathetic inverted jar, The Sky!
Humble earth honors your writ,
Neither we challenge nor we deny,
But the over filled jar may now burst,
It's now exceeding the limit of trust.
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