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The New Era


Looking around at our foundation,

wondering how we messed up our nation.

It's crimes are at their primes.

Our lies bind us within our walls and do not let us see the truth behind it all.

We act like our lives overall are too small.

In reality its the tribute to society, that takes away our innocent sobriety. we cannot live our lives in privacy. 

This world is full of irony, we do not even know how to speak quietly.

Living in an utopia is not what we call it.

We just need to quit and realize that the more we materialize the insanity our humanity will turn into a tragedy.

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