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Jun 2016
Sick
Sad
Pathetic
Little world
And the fear of the unknown
A disease is growing
Proliferating in populations
And syncophantic minds
Sick
Sad
Pathetic
Little world
And a cancer that cant be cured
Cell by cell and whole body
It eats insatiably
Until nothing is left
Sick
      Sad
           Pathetic
       l i t t l e
World
               Truth
                        You don't want to hear
Our world is a diseased
And we are the cause

Still
don't worry

Death is coming soon

The disease we create
Dies when we do
Torin
Written by
Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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