Time has been wreaking a most aweful of place. What some want so much of is too much my hell... Money, position, can do wonders to all-- But it sickens the minds who are not doing well Thoughts of justice, repentance, a need never-ending Since "time" first began...and now we're pretending! Those you thought knew so much seem now sick or perverse And the God you thought Godly seems now weak, even worse And a fledgling on crack in the streets of a city Who asks not much more than two bucks of your pity Is NOTHING because he is nothing as great As OUR needs, and OUR wants... Human fate
Reason for writing:
Give me a reason to believe?...:)
Birth sign: Pisces
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