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**In this world. Hate-driven acts are applauded And the hunger for power remains deep-rooted in our hearts. Disregard for life; ****** and war, All in search for what will one day end us. To each his own, left alone. Every man for himself. Peace; OUR corrupted illusion, The Forbidden Fruit takes over. As pain constricts our joy We are left out in the storm. Tears of a mother for her lifeless young In her unnatural arms. Copper hairs, metal burdens haunt Her mind. Vivid divisions between The Rich And the poor. The serpents chauffeured in black greed through poverty-ridden streets. Gun shots. Duck, pull, dodge, **** Endless Enmity. We are. It. Decaying skies, Black Murk. Falling Heavens. Remnants of beauty Stolen by hell. Blind destruction. Burning cold. Wingless Doves, Hoodlum Pigeons And Voiceless Parrots. Stolen freedom, inHuman. Darkness reigns from dawn through dusk. The sun has died, leaving the Moon in mourning. There is no Morning left in this night. Painful truths, heartbreaking lies. Bitterness consumes every breath Calamity at every corner. There is no history; only history's repetition. Let the story Of our ruthless ruin Be known. How We Have All Been HIT.**
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
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**In this world. Hate-driven acts are applauded And the hunger for power remains deep-rooted in our hearts. Disregard for life; ****** and war, All in search for what will one day end us. To each his own, left alone. Every man for himself. Peace; OUR corrupted illusion, The Forbidden Fruit takes over. As pain constricts our joy We are left out in the storm. Tears of a mother for her lifeless young In her unnatural arms. Copper hairs, metal burdens haunt Her mind. Vivid divisions between The Rich And the poor. The serpents chauffeured in black greed through poverty-ridden streets. Gun shots. Duck, pull, dodge, **** Endless Enmity. We are. It. Decaying skies, Black Murk. Falling Heavens. Remnants of beauty Stolen by hell. Blind destruction. Burning cold. Wingless Doves, Hoodlum Pigeons And Voiceless Parrots. Stolen freedom, inHuman. Darkness reigns from dawn through dusk. The sun has died, leaving the Moon in mourning. There is no Morning left in this night. Painful truths, heartbreaking lies. Bitterness consumes every breath Calamity at every corner. There is no history; only history's repetition. Let the story Of our ruthless ruin Be known. How We Have All Been HIT.**
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lindisa-mathabela-1
South African
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
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