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Nov 2012
Severing our heads slowly,
with a plastic knife.
It's kind of ironic,
we live a plastic life.

Nuclear radiant chicken,
from a microwave.
Radiation on the rise,
no one will be saved.

We have only,
selective memories,
which cause us to forget,
all we've done wrong,
and all the war we've caused,
and all the crimes we commit.

We are our own enemies,
constructing our final fall.
We are our own enemies,
crippling ourselves till we can't even crawl.

Centuries of work,
sent down the drain.
For those who **** for fun,
there is no pain.

Society crumbles,
under our own fist.
We are the lost,
awaiting our last kiss.

We have only,
selective memories,
which cause us to forget,
all we've done wrong,
and all the war we've caused,
and all the crimes we commit.

We are our own enemies,
constructing our final fall.
We are our own enemies,
crippling ourselves till we can't even crawl.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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