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Jul 2020
I'm sitting here,
reflecting on how our world is in shambles,
taking a gamble with our lives,
looking back on all the stories my daddy told me about the end days
from the Bible,
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth,
feeling so dissatisfied with all I've done,
just hoping and praying I end up where I
**** well know I don't deserve,
Unable to fathom this aching uselessness I've been feeling,
Too many ready to ****,
thinking it's righteous because it's in the name of another life,
but it no longer is, is it?
For those who felt purposeless, now have a purpose,
playing follow the leader,
but at the end of this game,
there is no jolly prize,
the price to rise in such ways is a game
of life and death,
But I suppose at the end of the day
that's a game we've always been willing to play.
Written by
Desiree
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