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It chills the marrow of my bones, Rattles my empty chest with a whooping gasp. We live in a mindset clouded by falsification, washed over by an image of perfection. With their blinders on, the sheep will follow forever-Their shepherds will lead until there's nothing left to lead to. There will come a day when the birds no longer sing, and their throats will no longer resonate with the comfort we cling to tightly. I fear for the world, the Earth. I hear its cry and try to help. But I am only one person. I fear for the children and lovers, blinded by ignorance There will come a time where forests may smolder to nothing, and the leaves will no longer rustle in the wind. I long for a renewal, a second chance. I may never live to see one, Our planet spent to nothing more than a piece of astrological garbage There will come a time when everything will go to nothing, There will come a day when everyone will finally see what we've done, And that day will be one day too late
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
Truth
It chills the marrow of my bones, Rattles my empty chest with a whooping gasp. We live in a mindset clouded by falsification, washed over by an image of perfection. With their blinders on, the sheep will follow forever-Their shepherds will lead until there's nothing left to lead to. There will come a day when the birds no longer sing, and their throats will no longer resonate with the comfort we cling to tightly. I fear for the world, the Earth. I hear its cry and try to help. But I am only one person. I fear for the children and lovers, blinded by ignorance There will come a time where forests may smolder to nothing, and the leaves will no longer rustle in the wind. I long for a renewal, a second chance. I may never live to see one, Our planet spent to nothing more than a piece of astrological garbage There will come a time when everything will go to nothing, There will come a day when everyone will finally see what we've done, And that day will be one day too late
Inspired by "1984"
elizabeth-o
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elizabeth-o
American
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
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