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星期一, 8月 08, 2016

The Society Laments

The society laments

Our souls died in that pool

As blood seeping into thousand gloppy hearts

Road to the last stage of cramping purgatory completes its pavement right on the spot



Human southern of that acidity

Turns its face with that pretend sanity

A wind blows



You are sane

You are a good person

You know justice

You urge for the rule of one-for-all solution

You cry for revelation of the making of those monsters



(Which you probably don’t actually care)



Yet listed upon the walls of faces and voices,

The glimpse of what is becoming us betwixt threads of tiny tinge for the very essence of civil human

You chose to ignore



(See?)



Say, one word, for a justified reason to kill

An absolute one without twist

Destined to fulfill only your own thirst of that savage gossiping justice

Indifference to what lies beyond your very own precious and peaceful life



Yes and kill

Without thoughts further than that surging thirst

Eliminate the demon with one just and unbending rule

That will once again render your life  peaceful and complete



The wind remains

It will blow, still

That southern heading won’t budge



And we all shall see

What is becoming us

Is the decision we make today

For our future

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