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Bound to Earth


"Everything is good,"said my momma when I was a youngin'

I use to believe that. Why am I a cynic, you ask? We all should be and the 

sooner you realize the less wounds you have to relieve yourself from.

It all started when man wanted a power trip and the creation of green paper.

We turned into really smart savages, we build pyramids and skyscrapers

throughout our time in this world, but we cannot seem to get rid of hate, 

greed, envy, fear-those are feelings we all have gone through but did we

create them? We enslave ourselves trying to get more papers to generate paper

so we can be prosporous for a few decades and hope our kids will do the same

but we often forget that the safe road turned out to be dangerous. Religion

is another big weapon that divides everyone and the power it has makes me

anxious, we need to believe in something, that much is true. "Please try not

be angry momma, Don't ya' see all our people are gettin' locked up for the 

being different?!" Sure the all mighty elite might have more valid reasons

but they have been doing this for hundreds of years and if you agree

its o.k. I hope no one gets charged with treason, I just want a place 

without corruption. Its been some 20 years since I argued with momma

but I got older, I got more angry so I became the person I never wanted to be

I became a cop, to fix the bad things and really change the world, but I need

you, Myself, everybody. everybody. please hear me out. Empathy is the

only cure, help humanity- help each other out, because the only person you

hurt is yourself in the end. I hope I make a change for the better and the elite

becomes the crazies and the world is the norm and greed ends.

 

 

 

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