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The World I See


Violence spreads, misinterpreted words are read

feelings are hurt; times spiraling from bad to worse 

families dreading their loved ones who fall victim to the streets

Within this scene the wickedest isn't thy who's actions tend to be sought

it is now at a destination where determination isn't a matter worth being fought 

Thy who shows gratitude is consider the weak

Maybe it is thy world that has lost all composure 

mourning, suffering , grieving the actions of our youth who lack closure  

as we grow we learn; as we learn we live,

throughout the insanity of life's catastrophes 

humanity exist within thy who seeks a change 

one who can do more than endure the heaviest of rain

for I love but I not forget those who wronged me in term of need

i grab hold of my destiny and we rocket into the stars for this is who we are

And this is what we see

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