Hazy
Some people live just to become crazy
Setting off bombs leaving the area hazy
They freak out but more people die on the daily violently
They don't see
They blame it on conspiracy
It is a big deal
But people with real zeal pass away everyday
And it goes unnoticed
Unlike the brand new lotus
Compared this exodus to the afterlife
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