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Time doesn't exist but for mankind's presence it's amoral, heartless and nonchalant though it doesn't utter a single sentence. Wielding a whip over everyone's head like a cattle-drover none would it leave alone it's a bully and a dictator. The day is bleeding men and women are in frenzy work must be done--deals must go through- everyone needs the money too eager to push a competitor down it's survival of the fittest it's a jungle out there pity the weakest. Many would be the day's losers hopes will be dashed, tears will flow hearts will be broken, promises unfulfilled that's the way the world does go. This is the bleeding of day and a heavy toll it has taken on so many the evening and night offer little rest or comfort while time is watching without the slightest sympathy.
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
THE BLEEDING OF DAY
Time doesn't exist but for mankind's presence it's amoral, heartless and nonchalant though it doesn't utter a single sentence. Wielding a whip over everyone's head like a cattle-drover none would it leave alone it's a bully and a dictator. The day is bleeding men and women are in frenzy work must be done--deals must go through- everyone needs the money too eager to push a competitor down it's survival of the fittest it's a jungle out there pity the weakest. Many would be the day's losers hopes will be dashed, tears will flow hearts will be broken, promises unfulfilled that's the way the world does go. This is the bleeding of day and a heavy toll it has taken on so many the evening and night offer little rest or comfort while time is watching without the slightest sympathy.
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Melbourne, Australia
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
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