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Kayla Sep 2012
in the end does it matter?
this is where we are, this is where we’ve been
ravaged, we fight onwards, but toward what?
do you see where it has put us?
do we realize what has gone on?
or are our eyes closed to this sun light illuminating in?
where do we begin, to begin again
written in sixty seconds.
Kayla Sep 2012
Heaven isn't that far from here
Illuminate the road
And we will disappear
We will not follow
But stand side by side
Rising like the tide
And falling in the night
We could set out tomorrow
We could leave this place
We could make the world our own
We could runaway
This is a first draft, I wrote it in about a minute without thinking about it much.
Just let it happen. We'll see.
Kayla Sep 2012
Welcome to America;
You will pour your faith into a dollar
You will feed our corporations
You will get an education
You will have no hesitation
You follow a religion
You will buy into the system
You will love industrialization
You will find an occupation
You will endlessly strive to be rich
You will envy the famous
You will fall behind on your payments
You will pretend you have it all
In hope that someone else will fall
You will believe in us
You will settle for simplicity
You will ignore your own divinity
& We will tell you,
You are free.

— The End —