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It's quite sad to think That humans put themselves in their positions. Relying on jobs when nature is dying, Cutting down the trees that protect our oxygen Creating money when currency is the root of the trees. We settle for less by saving for more, And when it never comes we cry with greed And malice towards the other *** The other race, The other globe. We grow hateful towards those who disagree with us, signing away our lives through a verbal contact. We eat those who give us supplements, We eat those who give us nourishments, We eat those who bring up guidance. And we beat the lives growing within us. Life is given through the miracle of conception, Then we have to pay for our birth, our life, our fees, our deeds. We were not destined to be free.
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
Crisis
It's quite sad to think That humans put themselves in their positions. Relying on jobs when nature is dying, Cutting down the trees that protect our oxygen Creating money when currency is the root of the trees. We settle for less by saving for more, And when it never comes we cry with greed And malice towards the other *** The other race, The other globe. We grow hateful towards those who disagree with us, signing away our lives through a verbal contact. We eat those who give us supplements, We eat those who give us nourishments, We eat those who bring up guidance. And we beat the lives growing within us. Life is given through the miracle of conception, Then we have to pay for our birth, our life, our fees, our deeds. We were not destined to be free.
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
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