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We Are Our Own Anti-Christ

What have we left of this human race?

Cynical, morbid, and mean; our time is wearing thin.

Most walking around with their lids down,

Drowning everything important out.

And we are all covered in unforgivable sin.

Can't you see that we are losing this race against our mother earth?

We should be taking her hand and walking side by side;

Celebrating in the sunshine.

But clouds are all we see;

Rain washing any hope away.

Over populating and swimming in a sea of pollution.

Taking orders from another lying soul,

Deceiving and powerful.

And these same souls dancing in the streets,

In celebration of death, ******* life from our country.

They claim to love a higher being,

But how long will this being love us back?

We have trampled all of our true intentions,

And taken advantage of all the beauty we were given.

There is nothing more cruel than a homosapien.

Can't you see the end is near?

You must wake up!

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tiffany-bourlet
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Jun 18, 2011
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