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All I can see is a wasteland of stone, glass, metal, and wooden rubble in an open air prison where children are living. Six thousand bombs, stirring up thick clouds of grey dust, obscuring the horrors people are enduring. The attackers are barely even warning people to move on. The exits are blocked. The power and water is off. The suffering doesn’t stop, and these civilians are unable to leave. How are you unable to see the hell spring of grief that is burning human beings, the furnace that still cooks even when no one bothers to look because all of the crooks were just waiting for the perfect excuse to make the news with a justified genocide. Mass ****** and more oppression with the weapons America supplied, and guess what, another child just died, more parents got radicalized, and if they survive will you be surprised if hate is the new demoncont. that wears their tired red eyes. The rich guys lied and decided that unequal retaliation is perfectly justified, so we are on a road to the extinction of human decency as the world murders our collective humanity. Crack, boom, the sound of thunder blooms orange heated chaos, breaking the foundation an entire building. A whole family line gets an early burial, as what’s left of my heart gets carried inside, popped in a box to be buried alive, because their beat was the same as mine. Nothing I write will change the minds of those unwilling to listen and see people who are close to total annihilation, as deserving of love, and compassion, but even so I am still asking. Help, please, help!?! Instead we get beheadings, mass shootings, ****** assault, retaliation, and the expectation of more tragedy to come. I can easily condemn violent actions taken, but I need to understand the origins of this rocky foundation, and potential solutions, because I can’t stand the horrors I am facing without eventually breaking.
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Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 8:46 AM UTC
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All I can see is a wasteland of stone, glass, metal, and wooden rubble in an open air prison where children are living. Six thousand bombs, stirring up thick clouds of grey dust, obscuring the horrors people are enduring. The attackers are barely even warning people to move on. The exits are blocked. The power and water is off. The suffering doesn’t stop, and these civilians are unable to leave. How are you unable to see the hell spring of grief that is burning human beings, the furnace that still cooks even when no one bothers to look because all of the crooks were just waiting for the perfect excuse to make the news with a justified genocide. Mass ****** and more oppression with the weapons America supplied, and guess what, another child just died, more parents got radicalized, and if they survive will you be surprised if hate is the new demoncont. that wears their tired red eyes. The rich guys lied and decided that unequal retaliation is perfectly justified, so we are on a road to the extinction of human decency as the world murders our collective humanity. Crack, boom, the sound of thunder blooms orange heated chaos, breaking the foundation an entire building. A whole family line gets an early burial, as what’s left of my heart gets carried inside, popped in a box to be buried alive, because their beat was the same as mine. Nothing I write will change the minds of those unwilling to listen and see people who are close to total annihilation, as deserving of love, and compassion, but even so I am still asking. Help, please, help!?! Instead we get beheadings, mass shootings, ****** assault, retaliation, and the expectation of more tragedy to come. I can easily condemn violent actions taken, but I need to understand the origins of this rocky foundation, and potential solutions, because I can’t stand the horrors I am facing without eventually breaking.
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Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 8:46 AM UTC
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