The world speaks in a flip of a coin- To all whom it decides their fate- In any garden of Eden- Or tortured hell- Know the silence of its morality- And of its selfishness- With disregard of its own expenses- And its own penance- An oxymoron that sits in our lap- Ain’t that enough?-Birth sign: Libra
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