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This World
I don’t know why I shake
Or why my heart breaks
From the pain I haven’t learned
And the scars I haven’t earned
They were given, they were taken
Some piece of me forsaken
Why I see the world this way
In total chaos and disarray
There’s nothing to hope for
And no line worth dying for
We are all just fakes
The future crumbles in our wake
We speak of what we do not know
In hopes that it will help us grow
Selfish as we are in our time
We should know by now it turns on a dime
A second goes by, and a year flies
And everything that’s good must die
When all I see is a baby cry
Or hear an old man give his last sigh
There is so much light everywhere
But not enough to break my stare
I’m set on this darkened path
If only one day we’ll do the math
What are we, puppets in skin
Men and women choking on sin
Think we’ve found ourselves a friend
But just like life and love this line will-
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The darkness and selfishness of this world consumes us, and whether we recognize the good or not, the evil is there, and it tends to be our focus, no matter what our perspective. We are fake, and we are ugly. We squeeze into the mold, because the overflow gets tossed in the trash. Maybe their trash is our treasure.