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Sep 2013
HIT
In this world.
Hate-driven acts are applauded
And the hunger for power
remains deep-rooted in our hearts.

Disregard for life; ****** and war,
All in search for what will one day end us.
To each his own, left alone.
Every man for himself.

Peace; OUR corrupted illusion,
The Forbidden Fruit takes over.
As pain constricts our joy
We are left out in the storm.

Tears of a mother for her lifeless young
In her unnatural arms.
Copper hairs, metal burdens haunt
Her mind.

Vivid divisions between The Rich
And the poor. The serpents chauffeured  in black greed through
poverty-ridden streets.

Gun shots. Duck, pull, dodge, ****.
Endless Enmity.
We are.
It.

Decaying skies, Black Murk.
Falling Heavens. Remnants of beauty
Stolen by hell.
Blind destruction. Burning cold.

Wingless Doves, Hoodlum Pigeons
And Voiceless Parrots.
Stolen freedom,
inHuman.

Darkness reigns from dawn through dusk. The sun has died, leaving the
Moon in mourning. There is no
Morning left in this night.

Painful truths, heartbreaking lies.
Bitterness consumes every breath
Calamity at every corner.
There is no history; only history's repetition.

Let the story
Of our ruthless ruin
Be known.
How We Have All Been HIT.
Written by
lindisa mathabela  in my head
(in my head)   
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