Beautiful Burden
Apocalypse
It’s the new thing
Movies, books, everywhere
We think we are safe
Hiding behind the screen
Between the pages
That’s not us
It’s not personal
So that means it’s ok
Delusion
How can we know the truth
When so many people are lying
And are so misinformed
Spreading information
Like wildfire
Twitter, Facebook
It’s everywhere and
It’s so easy
Fear
Fear of the unknown
If we don’t understand it,
We can deny it
Turn our faces away
From the destruction we cause
Truth
Our world is dying
And we all play a part
We are insignificant on our own
But we add up
A chain reaction
Starts with one push
There are many paths
But we must choose the truth
Power
It builds us up
And tears us apart
We all have power
So much it can overcome us
But we are strong
The right choice
Is often the hard choice
But the reward
Is infinite
And the feeling
Is beautiful
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