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Deceased
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this world my eyes have blisters now
oozing the pain they see at sight
blinded reflections of putrid disections
slicing our own souls, devouring divinity
the bile is jealous of this endless sick infinity.
wasting resource on enemy fires recourse
and hating halts loving which chooses the other
fighting each other stops us living harmoniously
day after day we cant lear to grow together like trees
no respect for the differences only loving the same
and it makes me sick, vomiting the goodness and the whole
i want you to die because you'll never educate and learn
staying in your hole, staying with your kind, in your own mind
oppressing your self with your repressive guilts on high
it isnt hard to start this game of peace, decreased
or we'll all be deceased.
