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What I See


it's bloody it's red it's something that even rose colored glasses can't fix it tears families apart while forcing some together this epidemic is affecting each and every one of us whether you like it or not this epidemic has no cure,has no vaccine my friends, this is war. Peace and happiness seems like a unreachable utopia Peace may not be something that all of us are looking for Peace does not sell Peace does not make people want to watch the news Peace does not always encourage "innovation" whatever that word means nowadays Peace does not bring power my friends, we have settled, we accepted that this abstract concept of peace is a time we are not paranoid about what goes on in the world around us. if there is a winner and a loser, a war was brought on if we have the constant worry of competition, we are prepping for war we as humans are never satisfied we was a society are greedy, lustful, gluttonous, envious, prideful, vengeful, and trifling. will there ever be a day when we can all join hands will there ever be a day when we can see with our hearts and not our eyes that is a question that even the God Almighty may have a bit of trouble answering. because of this thing called perception, we judge because we as individuals are all unique, we judge i wish that one day, our gluttonous appetites may be satisfied and hopefully that day comes sooner than later
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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