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Plastic world

With smiles on our faces

we commit the crimes

on a daily basis-

crimes against humanity

for the sake of prosperity

we throw the devil's dice

 

We all signed up for it

and now we wonder why

all that we loved

tends to fall apart

 

Withdraw from the madness

do not oil the war

don't shoot at the buggies

don't hire newborns!

 

Thinking we are drops of ocean,

eternity's hope

we are dust and venomous snakes

we're the gallows rope

◄ Empty century

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Harry O'Neill

Wed 15th Jan 2014 21:15

Dali,

Oh for those far-off priest-ridden May procession days when we used to call this sort of stuff the results of the fall of man. And we were not so surprised when we shouldn`t have done it, but did it nevertheless.

It wasn`t so much that things were any better then - and still mysterious...but they were much clearer.

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alan barlow

Wed 15th Jan 2014 16:00

I see we share many opinions and I agree we are all to blame to some greater or lesser extent

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