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Our world (can we live with what we have created?)
There is no way to break free
No escape! You can’t over cross the sea
The hate and pain seeps into all souls
In no time out hearts will be empty holes
And many have lost theirs while running life’s course
Had it traded for money and fame, But the fruit is much worse
People preach fake humanity with hearts of stones
When people’s cries are ignored we share their moans
When I think of this world I know I have to escape
Yet we are a lonely portion of this flawless world of murder and rape
So every time I wake up I am about to break
Falling apart beyond sanity’s jurisdiction for whose sake
I used to stand up when standing was simply insane
But my attempts have turned vain
For my world has turned inhumane
Our glorious deeds are cynically regarded with shame
Living in a world where trust and loyalty are viewed with blame
I don’t like the materialistic world I see
Yet there is no way to let your soul free
So why have we turned unrealistic
Living by hate and turned materialistic
And so many burn and suffer while we share our fascination
And thus we are left helpless in this world of our creation
Can we fix what we dread?
Can we plant humanity in our seed?
How can we live our ultimate life unaware of the end?
So when you’re dead what about your time, how was it spent?
“Feeding on others flesh ripping apart our bros (answer)
And yes I am bold enough to point out our flaws
This is the end of our infinite lies
Yet, When will we open our eyes?