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No Middle Earth

There’s a world

I once knew

Where all you had to do

Was believe,

Be pure, be true

To yourself and others

And the world

Will return the favour.

It will reveal

All its beauty,

Innocence,

And majestic light.

This world has a name

And it’s called Naive.

 

I opened my eyes

To find a world that is

Polluted with garbage,

Foul smelling

Toxic.

Give the world love and kindness

And it will give you hate and spite.

Be pure, be true

And the world will be corrupt,

It will use you

Until you have nothing left to give

And you become

Just as tainted as them.

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Dec 31, 2009
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