thinking about the world
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We’re waiting for Armageddon
We don’t make an effort anymore
To see lives wasting away
People of great potential
Lost in doubt of a future
Who think they know “the way”
Must it be?
So it must
So all these flowers
turn to dust
these blades of green
will turn to brown
this toiled tree
burnt to the ground
Life means so little
and yet so much
