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If someday soon, The world should end... If light should no longer flow Into the awakened eyes of each day, In everyone who has risen once before; If humanity ceases to be, I do not think it is the end.
As I stare into the mirror, I see a reflection, but the face that stares back at me is not my own, it’s the face of mankind looking straight through my soul. His eyes have seen many deaths, and witnessed many tragedies.
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies. "He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
We're spreading the odors Name calling like ogers World full of freeloaders Bloaters Sugar coaters Quickly speeding others gears Like motors She's a true devoter Motivater
I sit and ponder to the melody of muse, Doth time control all, or am I misguided? For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse, and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness. A question with no complete answer.
He is the painting amongst sculptures,
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines dives into a burning ocean of glorious flickers and flames: A tree that does not make a sound, because nothing is there to hear it splash.
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color cannot receive a fair wage
For the hatred of mankind
Love is infiniteBound by nothingCreated by manDemolished by noneLove is finiteBound by the consciousCreated by the heartDestroyed by betrayal
We are always thinking. We get lost in our mind. Always wondering about our future.
The pitfalls of man, though shallow, stay d
A man walked into a room (yes, it starts like a bad joke) and showed me a thousand pictures.
I beieve in the strength of mankind the unity we create the power only one person can have
The earth would whisper, tranquil melodies of peace-- when man was once myth.
From one nestled
A dream. Something I came up with. It came from my imagination. A fantasy. Can it be real? Something I can touch. It came from the earth. A reality. A lie.
Mankind had lost its heart Ideas and pride split them apart Brothers and Sisters had lost their connections As they blindly stride to two different directions The siblings assault each other's mind
You might as well fuck For virginity, if you war On account of peace. Life is full of irony. Fraught from the plurality of man Uniformity mistaken for marching to your own beat.
We are imperceptibly bound by the common chords of our humanity; colored threads weaving a rich tapestry of shared experience. Our similitude outshines our differences;