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I is a strange question mark in this big scheme of World War is everywhere, all the cowards killing the innocents Riches do not loose anything, they are more safer than ever Nobody knows who is right in this war. Someone have oppressed their own people for decades Someone is killing to be the leader of the World Someone is killing, who think they are the smartest in the World Why do we live in the shadow of these narcist people, but also what else can we do I is a question mark in my life because here in my tiny apartment I think what can I do ? I have no power, I do not know who is right ? I am worried like rich people losing my money like riches but I am not rich enough to think of only money Then I think what about a mother losing the child for the greed of the riches What about the brother losing his sister for the greed of power Will I stand the sight of blood, why would these people fight as riches want The vengeance, will I be a part in war if I lose I love to quench the thirst of riches I seek how, why people **** with no mercy You kiss your kids goodbye and go **** someone else kids You still live, breathe and sleep but you are broken But riches are not broken they only see numbers and power they have Again I is a strange question mark in my life now. Where do I fit ?
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
What am I
I is a strange question mark in this big scheme of World War is everywhere, all the cowards killing the innocents Riches do not loose anything, they are more safer than ever Nobody knows who is right in this war. Someone have oppressed their own people for decades Someone is killing to be the leader of the World Someone is killing, who think they are the smartest in the World Why do we live in the shadow of these narcist people, but also what else can we do I is a question mark in my life because here in my tiny apartment I think what can I do ? I have no power, I do not know who is right ? I am worried like rich people losing my money like riches but I am not rich enough to think of only money Then I think what about a mother losing the child for the greed of the riches What about the brother losing his sister for the greed of power Will I stand the sight of blood, why would these people fight as riches want The vengeance, will I be a part in war if I lose I love to quench the thirst of riches I seek how, why people **** with no mercy You kiss your kids goodbye and go **** someone else kids You still live, breathe and sleep but you are broken But riches are not broken they only see numbers and power they have Again I is a strange question mark in my life now. Where do I fit ?
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
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