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Jan 2015
when you sell your conscious for a profit
what do you gain
you've lost it
when the money is all gone
you won't be able to right your wrongs
I sit behind a computer screen trying to compute all that remains unseen
how can it be
our one and only home is dying
children throughout the world are crying
politicians stay lying
I'll never stop trying to make sense of it all
we're heaven sent but bound to fall
we mismanage nature yet act like grand creators
most would label me as a hater but I'm just trying to be my own savior
in a world full of deception
you have to put everything to the test and
I guess knowledge is a blessing but this new world view has me stressing
introspective
trying to find the meaning in every lesson
because there's always something to be learned
another bridge to burn as the planet takes a turn
I conceal my concern as to not stir up a riot
not like the people would buy it
these thoughts I cannot quiet
how do you expect me to remain silent when the world remains violent
unlearn everything you thought you knew
I urge you to try it
I had to wander from the path and never look back
your counterfeit reality is bound to crack
conspiracy theorists were on the right track when they said 9/11 was an inside attack
the true battle is not over oil or gold though
it's over your god-forsaken soul
which side are you on
where will you go
to be continued
the story unfolds
Leahamarie Michelle
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