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Crucifixion
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,
but maybe it’s time that we see
that we as a people are nothing but fake,
ensuring that’s how it will be.
We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,
doing so with our fists in the air.
It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,
hypocrisy beyond compare.
We claim we want peace but we seek the next fight
as we...
Saturday 17th February 2024 7:06 pm
Into Piles
What in the world are we doing?
Who are we trying to beat?
It seems like we live our lives running,
as if we are losing our seats.
We never stop building up towers.
We never stop spinning around.
We never stop piling up into piles
everything that we’ve torn down.
Is it that we are pursuing
happiness, like the old phrase?
Or are we chasing the concept of such
...Saturday 17th February 2024 7:05 pm
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