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The guns won. Humanity lost. The love we thought we all shared, Shattered and the shards pierced our eyes. The dead wanted to stay dead, But those who are slaughtered from the soul Want all of us to be that way too. Hollow Dry Hungry Loveless. On this day, I don't even want to pray. I have seen what religion does to people. It's not a War that's brewing, It's a force field: One that hides us from each other, One that forbids communication. We are a confused people. Painting our false faces won't help. And now, I don't know what will.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
No More.
The guns won. Humanity lost. The love we thought we all shared, Shattered and the shards pierced our eyes. The dead wanted to stay dead, But those who are slaughtered from the soul Want all of us to be that way too. Hollow Dry Hungry Loveless. On this day, I don't even want to pray. I have seen what religion does to people. It's not a War that's brewing, It's a force field: One that hides us from each other, One that forbids communication. We are a confused people. Painting our false faces won't help. And now, I don't know what will.
Our humanity was stretched thin, but now it is torn like a lion ripped it apart with it's gnashing teeth.
aditi-kumar
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
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