Everyone wants a way out

The exit to their lives

They've met with Triumph and Disaster

It made and broke their lives

But in this mess that we've created

We've become descencitized

To people really hurting

We see them as wolf cries

Cause' we've watched our life's losses and winnings

Trashed and swept under the rug

Because life became a dream untouched

And death is just a gateway drug

This poem is about: 
Our world


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