What the world is
Creatures surge and have the urge to live and die and thrive in a painting called life
Everything is Awesome
Bonded by electrons and protons that helps radiate the light from my eyes
Everything is Awesome
The grains of rice that support a nation after natures natural devestation and the recreation of compassion that sends sensastion to the masses and aid from the rich to elementary school classes
Everything is Awesome
The universe glows will balls of gases dancing a ballet that inspires the same joy as Christmas day
Everything is Awesome
The newborn that lives by the warmth of it's mother's love that will be adorned with kisses and hugs that is blessed by the Divine forever incased in the history books of time
Everything is Awesome
Flames that gnaw and destroy, that create weapons that engulf and deploy restlessness famously to those in Illinois is held in my pocket with the flick of my bic lighter
Everything is Awesome
The streets paved with gold that was a mirage to those who left and sold all they had to go to a foreign land to make diamonds from sand, that collected calluses on their hands, that banded together as a community to take a stand against those adorned with rings who wanted them to kiss their hand
Everything is Awesome
From the wheel used to push those whose legs no longer move to the beauty of a couple that are each others muse
Everything is Awesome
The air that sings through lungs, that employs those to run after their dreams so innumerable it burst at the seams, of the scenes of a world intertwined under one body and mind to find happiness and to die for one another, under the cover of hope that one day a future generation may not have to cope with the struggles and the solution muffled by pride and man and animal may thrive and the skys will be as blue as the hue of a still heart that onced beated like a drum against the fallacy of a hum drum life so we can all see the light far through to the night with a glimmer in our eyes
Everything is Awesome
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