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Jul 2015
We can’t escape from the truth
From showing off
We can see the sea crying
From the deadly souls
We can see the earth
Full of pointless emotions
Falling into the wrong hands
Crying trees have never seen peace
The world becomes a smaller
Than you think it is

With all this pain and sorrow
We have underneath the system
Which controls and watch
All the moment we have done
All the things we have thought
That would help us
Get through a lot from sadness
We unleash our demons to the world
With no regrets
To seek to the dark
That carries a lot of weight

We left them hopeless
Without knowing anything
And easy to believe everything
Homelessness looks like a leftover
We can’t save others
Before we save ourselves
It’s the part of life
Which we can deal with
Mindless people always come
With bad ideas and worse leadership
Bad bloods created monsters
We fight to survive
We eat to be alive
We work to live
We die to rest
Our souls will be gone from us soon
We just have to be ready
For the final show
Bader
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Bader  32/M/Saudi Arabia
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