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Apr 2017
heaven is simply a place on earth
and hell is the magma
we'll eventually all fall into

the ground is cracking
and it's not long
until it splits underneath us

our world is breaking apart
from our preoccupied actions
of violence and hatred

while we search to gain
money, power, glory and purpose
we actively lose our minds

this heavenly place is the first world,
full of ease and ignorant bliss
and the fire of the third world is from our firearms

they do not suffer so we don't have
they suffer because we let them
and so the fire blazes on

our craze helps mute their cries
and the sounds of the splitting ground
as the hell-bound rush up to engulf our sins along with us
I find it terrifying that I'm able to feel so strongly about the issues in our world one day, and the next I've reverted back to caring about problems so minuscule.

We think so much about theory, about if people are good or bad or if God exists. If stopped thinking so subjectively sometimes, maybe then we'd be able to deal with the horrific objective truths of our relative realities.
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   Nylee
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