I hear the screams of innocent people while their homes and families are ravaged and plundered by wicked tyrants and weak leaders. I feel the soul that leaves this world through agonizing pain from the deeds of the utterly blind and misguided. Children cry at the loss of everything they ever knew. In the flash of an eye, the world becomes a placed engulfed in fear and terror because we bring this power to be. We let this evil pollute our skies, our waters, our homes, our families...OUR LIVES. Death is the plague that we have wrought on ourselves. Pain, discontent, total loss of peace and serenity is all to traced back to the hands that we wash on a daily basis. We awake each morning and walk and live with blind hope that things will turn themselves around when we should've been thinking on ways to turn things around and make things better. For all of our pain to end, for the fires' of anguish to be extinguished, for the hurt the dwells in your heart to fade away like memories of the past, we must ALL look within ourselves and be more in this existance...
Reason for writing:
STRIVE TO BE BETTER THAN COMPLAINING ABOUT ALL OF THE STUFF GOING WRONG. WHEN WE BETTER OURSELVES, ONLY THEN CAN WE ALL BETTER EVERYTHING ELSE. IT'LL TAKE TIME, BUT HUMANITY HAS THE CAPACITY TO DO MIRACULOUS THINGS IN THIS WORLD...BELIEVE ME, I'VE SEEN IT.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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