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!
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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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.