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American Ego, American Beauty (The Humanity Problem)

The most luminous example of a fallen angel An ignored history.. A need for attention.. We define The Humanity Problem globally.. Let me enter the mind of a killer Let me learn from within the mind of a saint I will calculate the sociology  The norms killing our psychology  With pad and pen as my everlasting friend.. I want to burn in hells  I seek to bask in heavens Show me the soul in my eyes Weathering through a common storm.. People will find the real normal.. If they love themselves and help others.. It should be an oddity to erase normality  And so it exists only as a common standard.. That is how I grew up.. What if we ended expectations? What if we embraced change? Compassion could be a global comeback.. There is a nature in duality.. Humans engraved into double-edged swords.. If we could create love and war.. We may be able to end our battles.. We could live with evidence and compassion.. Ending our need to be beautiful, better or rich As an American.. I am built of guilt I suffer.. I displayed kindness, love and compassion  I valued evidence over assumption Pointed out an economy of overconsumption Only to be labeled as.. 'Sheep' 'Idealistic' So.. to my fellow kinsmen and women.. Open up a dictionary.. If I am a sheep.. We as a whole are not shephards.. Who do you look for to guide you? Isn't America obviously lost? We are defined as sheep by a globe called Earth Currently? Like it or not.. They're right.. I am not powerful I am weak Despite the ego of America.. I am no sherpah.. I am no sheep.. I will never be a shephard.. I will only ever be me.. Think of you when at your happiest.. Revel in the lessons of how that was stolen.. It will be Hell.. I'll be blunt with that fact.. Want peace? Face it. Face you.  Deflate all of your ego. We need to bring back who we were long ago.. We need to care and foster Hope.. Eradicate foolish hate.. Value intelligence and knowledge.. Divided we are destined to kill and die.. But.. United? We could be a beacon of hope.. A beacon brighter than God, who we're under An American Beauty.. That has shed her mistakes.. To let go.. Of her American Ego..
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Mar 10, 2021
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#pain#irony#observations#home#heaven#hell#odd#example#hypocrisy#responsibility
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