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When did we lose honor


What is real

When the world turns a blind eye

What is real

For what happened to the truth and love in this world

For winning comes from the wicked

and no one cares to listen

For there is so much screaming

and no one cares to listen

People give up peace to live a life of honor

and for those that get it all haves turn to be of wicked

No one cares to save the dieing

For only the rich can afford to live

No one cares for wisdom

Or the path of righteous 

For they have all chosen to live in the way of darkness

and give up the light of the righteous

They have no personality

For the wicked is all the same

as the light screaming in pain

For they endure the wicked 

Because they are true and brave

They are different and none the same

And for that 

that of the beauty of the light is what the wicked want most

But it can never be attained until they choose to change

So what happened to our world for the wicked to have over run

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