The young people are not safe in this land, darkness will come and offer it's hand, they will reach out blindly and curse the light, the Sun is their enemy, their friend is the night, why live in the ways of a life lived bold, it's easier to shun the world and be cold, easier to hide behind the black mask, forgetting humanity seems the new task, regressed thoughts and culture, animal ways, talking of violence and freedom, still their fear stays, if only they knew the essence of life, and presented a rose instead of a knife, awake, impoverished souls still asleep, there is yet a way out of your misery deep, no, it's not about Jesus and the boys, no, it's not about bigger and better toys, not about how much knowledge you may disperse, not the clothes you flaunt, or how well you can curse, nor yet the paint you put on your skin, nor how much weed you smoke in the den, it's simple, just do the next right thing, it's not what you take, it's what you bring, so simple, instead of intolerance speak love, it doesn't even have to come down from above, concept, the truth, Brotherhood of Man, only the Light dispels darkness from the land.
Reason for writing:
The sad state of general desperation in the youth of the world today.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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