We blister, we age
We hesitate for peace
We perish, we build
We're nation of guilt
Guilt drives us mad
Like bastards prevail on reasons
Guilt stabs your weakness
You beg to be forgotten
Much too much "I know, but..."
A little too less "I understand."
[s$t]
Labels: bastards, Guilt, reasons
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