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DECADENCE PERVERSE July 9, 2003 – Walton on Thames, Surrey Everyone talks And experiences And experiments And gets confused Depressed And anxious People fearful With multiple ****** partners While a baby is alone Crying nowhere As people smoke their drugs And laugh And they start to go Nowhere Some doing business And living out empty lives In a souless planet Christ! I am really surprised by all of you people Asking and questioning the same questions Again and again and more “Is there life out there?” “Is there life in this universe?” “Are we all alone?” You keep on repeating your questions And I ask you: “Is there any life here on earth?” I see a young girl suffering from torment And hearing sorrow Being riddled throughout her fragile mind Is this, then, your civilization? People! You gamblers and prostitutes Fraudsters and women beaters Compulsive liars and addicts Rich criminals, poor criminals Slithering through your pointless slimy days That we all know where it’s all ending Christ! But one baby’s life Is never pointless! I tell you so..
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Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 6:55 AM UTC
DECADENCE PERVERSE - Ayad Gharbawi
DECADENCE PERVERSE July 9, 2003 – Walton on Thames, Surrey Everyone talks And experiences And experiments And gets confused Depressed And anxious People fearful With multiple ****** partners While a baby is alone Crying nowhere As people smoke their drugs And laugh And they start to go Nowhere Some doing business And living out empty lives In a souless planet Christ! I am really surprised by all of you people Asking and questioning the same questions Again and again and more “Is there life out there?” “Is there life in this universe?” “Are we all alone?” You keep on repeating your questions And I ask you: “Is there any life here on earth?” I see a young girl suffering from torment And hearing sorrow Being riddled throughout her fragile mind Is this, then, your civilization? People! You gamblers and prostitutes Fraudsters and women beaters Compulsive liars and addicts Rich criminals, poor criminals Slithering through your pointless slimy days That we all know where it’s all ending Christ! But one baby’s life Is never pointless! I tell you so..
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ayad-gharbawi
Iraqi
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 6:55 AM UTC
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