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Sep 2020
Alone all day with my thoughts,
The seed of hardwork left untouched.
So I put out the light,
Hoping only to see what's right.
But all I saw was wailing,
Faces of children killed by drownings.

The truth as we know it to be as changed
We can't do what's right since we're no saint.
We do against what we preach, we slain,
We steal even from God but call it gain.

How do you buy what was never sold?
The devil didn't buy us, we chose.
Money comes first, no humanity bestowed
Creation of wealth, enormous regrets.
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