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!
Is this what it takes to make an illusion, or Will this ever come to be the truth? Why do I do the things I do? Why do I dream of these horrible things? I just want to know your view. It hurts to know what is not meant to be real. It hurts never knowing what will hurt next. I don’t want you to forget about me. I don’t ever want to go far away. I want to stick around forever. I want to stand up and fight. I don’t want to lay down and die. I want to be more than a weird nobody. I can’t breath on my own. I can’t stand on my own to feet. I need you more than I can imagine. Tell me that everything is O.K! I wish I could say that everything is alright. We can run away and live on forever. Where ever I go the pain follows my soul. Please make it go away from here. I want us to be free from this rule. I want us to run and never think again. I feel like this is my dream, and When I wake my smile will disappear. I want to say hey, everything is great! I want to hold you and talk of the good thin...
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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.