One
Whore and villians, rule the world.
A twisted sort of thought,
That these are the ones we follow,
the ones we admire,
How do we work past this?
How does it come to a close?
Are we the last to have any sense?
Are we the only ones,
How does it make a difference,
to find the world is misunderstood,
forcefully killing reasoning,
left to to only one,
dots and digits, pixelation, animating,
reality is nothing but commercials,
starving the rain, curing the ground,
Nature was lost before we won.
SO we blog, and hash tag,
with our copy cat mentalities
left to hope for orignal thought
I'd kill for just one moment , one.
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