Fables like tear gas a reading of lead
I brought back the medic but they were already dead
She said to me it's better this way
I knew she was right so we split up the morphine
The numbers were growing before I signed on
I dream of a day that there's no one left to prove wrong
I'd like to think he'd be on our side
A tragic leader who lost track of the message
His eyes scanned the room
Falling across all the
holes in the backs of the heads
He felt responsible
But knew he could do nothing
I grabbed his shoulder and I said we were leaving
He said he was staying
He turned and we locked eyes
And though I knew I hadn't known him before
It still shook me when I
Saw his face and didn't recognize a thing
As I said my goodbyes
He crumpled to the ground screaming 'No more!'
I couldn't blame him if I tried
Because he never existed
I picked up the spraypaint and covered my face
A mass grave marked by a well-deserved pithy phrase
I dropped the can and left my eulogy behind:
"LAST ONE OUT TURN OUT THE LIGHT"
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