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Breeze that blows the scent of freedom
Blow unto my lifeless body
In chains,
I cry
"No light can defeat the darkness that brought me here, all hope is lost."
We live in a corrupt world
Anger
Violence
Thou hath become the beauty of the world.
The only beauty we know.
Because we cannot call beautiful what we cannot see.
Life is not beautiful
Our life develops but one goal.
To die.
This is what we live for?
To die?
To start off helpless.
To end helpless.
Pointless.
This planets is not beautiful.
No longer the lush grass and beautiful skies of the past.
You cannot see the real stars.
The sun will be our death.
Or perhaps.
We will be our own death.
We cannot blame what cannot see.
Breath.
Hear.
Feel.
We blame the products that kill our planet.
But are they to blame?
They are man-made.
Therefore
Man is killing itself.
The things you would think are the ugliest,
Poverty
Hunger
Death
Are the most beautiful of them all.
They are real.
They bring us together in hope of survival.
They.
Are beautiful.
-Casey N. West