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Dark Moon

What if we all strive for mediorocracy,

There would be enough to go around,

Nietszche didn't kill God,

God was no where to be found,

 

What if we all wanted shelter,

A walk in the woods, park and by a lake,

If we all strive for riches,

What do we foresake,

 

Why do tanks exist,

To build on growing hate,

Whats left to defend,

When control is at stake,

 

Maybe there are no answers,

Maybe questions fill the air,

With poison extensions,

Of a state of despair.

◄ Wisdom' Curse

Jail ►

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