Humans.
There is a way.
A way for life to be real.
A way for everything to be right.
But will it happen?
It never does.
We try, and try,
but its always the same story.
It won’t happen,
We cant win.
Says who?
We are all humans.
We must live life,
We have to deal with everything.
We must stop the abuse towards others.
We are all equal in the sight of God,
It just doesn’t make sense.
We are all humans.
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