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Sorrow of Tomorrow

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Why do you look so different
You children of tomorrow
Born of ones of yesterday
Mother Earth of sorrow
Hides her faces from your day
So you can loudly carry on
Inside your closed crammed heads
How can you be fond?
You that spend these toxic med(s).
Trust your head:
It's better to be honest,
Than to be dead.
Soul and heart can be modest,
But your love is another
Be true, not overdue
Embrace the sky for a father
Reach who hasn't asked you.
Remember, there is someone
That is most fondest of you
Fear, let there be none
This is honesty of something new





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