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Oct 2020
Appearances
The hope of judgement
The expressing of oneself a tool for sentiment
Judge not the appearance of the womanΒ 
Nor the postured stature of any man

She never meant it
No money she had to end it
Then judgement was thrown against it
Her silence lives where pain went..
Β 
As she walked through a doctor's doors
You called her everything
Then a little bit more

As she lost what was dreams
Still hated ever more..
Forever scorned..

He was kind
Society is so blind
No one is born with baggies in hand
Money is torture, so he made a drug plan

Now take the father or mother
They simply fell ill
Yet even still verbally they abuse them
Hating them on a whim at your will..

Homeless after a career
A Mother
A Father
You created their fear
And on the streets humanity ends
Pain draws so near..

Looked at as bums..
Seriously?
My God ***?

This leaves me stunned
Anger of all gods we wrote into existence
Now only fuel for each instance of judgment
Harsh words in an instant
Devoid of raw substance

What have we done?Β 

Do you not see this?

We took love and kindness

Now they seem dead
I want to live freely..

As my heart burns in my head..

I think of good soldiers chock full of lead

What have we done?

We should have loved instead..
Look at them

Real lives
That have been rendered dead

A horror, tears on our pillows
Souls of weeping willows..

The unspoken thoughts that live in my head
Beg you to care instead..

Please learn love..
Kindness..

We can still make it
If we work hard at it, friend..

We can end up ahead
Speeding toward goodness

A lesson
Pain of the past

Light speed for light years.. Years longΒ 
Tears fall strong..

I sing with words silent
Setting aside my hells inside..

Sometimes in life you just gotta move along..

Will you hear my song?

Because we have had this strength

...

Had it all along..
A few observations..
Written by
Chris  25/M
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