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Author: doubleb19
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-20-04 - Updated: 09-20-04 - id:1724513
All is not right
So don't dare pretend
That you will be sorry
When this world's reached its end
These creatures that roam
This cruel, dying earth
Have been taught and pressured
From time of their birth
When will they learn?
When will they see?
The air that they breathe
Is full of smog and debris
Their hopes make me sick
What can they achieve?
What's there to hold on to?
How can they believe?
Those lies that they fed us
False story and tale
How can you stand it
When we all soon shall fail?
One day the structure
Of society will fall
But whatever, go ahead
You're a slave to them all
Your mind has been tainted
And mine has been too
But there's no way to beat it
No way to pull through
I'm so glad I've said this
Though my voice is so small
Just do me a favor
And be the death of them all


© Copyright 2004 doubleb19 (FictionPress ID:388524).


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