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From the womb,

we are born to die.



We bleed green,

greedy and filled with envy,

but our souls are black.

Our hearts leak petroleum.



We are both

slick and unrefined:

superficially charming

but pathetically unsocial.



We are selfish,

always looking out for ourselves

as the rest of the world

lies in ruins...



in the ruins we created

when we destroyed

what made us human.



Now we construct buildings

from the ground up,

but our lives have collapsed

under the weight of pseudo-success.



We are not a flourishing country

if we have brought devastation

to those who are less fortunate.



When we use our wealth

to further ourselves,

we are only allowing the enemy

to advance towards us.



And we will pay in the end

for our egocentric aims

when our opponents drop

just one much-deserved bomb...



explosive reality.  

Rewrite 2012

From the womb,
our lives are doomed;
since our birth,
we are meant for earth.

From us, jealousy bleeds,
pouring out greed.
And our souls are soiled;
our hearts leak oil.

We are slick and unrefined:
pride and hate combined.
Superficially charming,
but constantly harming.

We are narcissistic,
in a fable world unrealistic
as the rest of the population
lies in such desolation.

In the ruins we created,
extinction was fated
when we destroyed
what brought us joy.

Now we build up facades
to try to reach God,
but our lives are a mess
masked with pseudo-success.

We are not a flourishing nation
if we brought devastation
to those less blessed
by saying we were the best.

When we use our wealth
to only further ourselves,
we are allowing the opposition
to line up in position.

And we will ultimately pay
for our egocentric ways
when our adversaries drop
just one much-deserved bomb...

explosive reality.