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Every good is dying species It is rare to find something nice. It is too late in the living And I have stopped believing. There is a creep around every corner Comes out when naive comes closer, Changes them to face harsh facts No one's innocence is intact. It is lack of justice and law, Not fast with many flaws. Lack of security in many places, discrimination in gender and races. Everything to consider even, Odd to think as human. For a difference of opinion, No need to show the gun. Very easy to sit on sofa watching TV No consequence and no liability I say my thoughts out loud I have lot to complain about. Every beauty is filled with ugly Covered up nicely Beneath the skin, an unpleasant view We sell the same old as brand new.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Dying species of good
Every good is dying species It is rare to find something nice. It is too late in the living And I have stopped believing. There is a creep around every corner Comes out when naive comes closer, Changes them to face harsh facts No one's innocence is intact. It is lack of justice and law, Not fast with many flaws. Lack of security in many places, discrimination in gender and races. Everything to consider even, Odd to think as human. For a difference of opinion, No need to show the gun. Very easy to sit on sofa watching TV No consequence and no liability I say my thoughts out loud I have lot to complain about. Every beauty is filled with ugly Covered up nicely Beneath the skin, an unpleasant view We sell the same old as brand new.
nylee
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
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