April 3, 2010
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I have known of a world where revulsion is deep,
Where wakeful mothers snort tears without one sleep,
And horror runs the streets, filling us with hate,
Blood red, once in our hands, may decide our fate.

As a gentle breeze becomes a harsh wind,
A once true love becomes filled with anger and resent.
And drop by drop my tears are flowing,
But friends and foes are more happy unknowing.

In a place where fantasy is better than despair,
Is a place unloving and unfair.
Drought and famine is a common belonging,
Where You and I are always longing.

No-one loves or cares or even trusts,
In a world of sickly diseases where there are only lusts.
So as we make this world a bitter place,
We are still unloved by a once common face.

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