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tainted from birth
Wise is of no use without fearlessness
To know so much and do so little is cruelty
A hope buried, a new life lost, a war without an end
Ragged a turgid humanity is lost in an unconscious
Slump perpetuated by subconscious programming
How weakend we have become. So self serving and
Making spectacles of ourselves as if this admiration
will replace the deep need for relationship.
Fickle and unclean dirty fingers grubbying up everything
Pure for they can't stand to bathe in the light
they must corrupt it for their own humour like a baby
Swearing for its first word, the death of the toothfairy
and santa claus growing them up quickly
without patience then balking at the monsters we've made
Wise comes to late. Fearlessness too early. What a cruelty.
