Today is the last Sunday.
Of all of the things considered,
God can't save us now!
Of all these blood wars,
Fight to death life.
The rich rage war,
While the poor suffer.
All the fathers and sons lost forever.
All they do is look down,
Laugh, and point who's next?
Not caring of the struggling families
Of this nation.
The truth is that there is blood on the money,
We could fight back?
We need to hold on!
A bloody bullet to our backs, yet this
Is just a metaphor to the millions.
No sun will shine with the sky blood red, millions dead.
Nothing Said!
Just keep sending dead bodies to the war.
Thanks for nothing!
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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As much as I look forward to growing up, I'm terrified of what my future consists of.
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Anywho, glad to see you're posting again.