Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Sticks and stones
Broken bones 
And bleeding souls
I look around and am blinded by the tragedy 
It's a mystery
The world's still spinning 
When everywhere our brothers and sisters are dying
Am I lying
Or can you just not see
The decay and despair
Polluting the air
With every inhale
We're one breath closer to hell.

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