Open eyes

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 I often question my own sanity,

As often as I question humanity,

They scour the surface of this very earth searching,

for something that will soon be nothing,

I cringe at the sight of ones gaiety,

as if it was a scene of nothing but profanities.


I despise the sight of mans guilty pleasure and greed,

the thought of the sour things one has ventured fills my heart with negative feed,

This so called community that surrounds me are both hero's and villain's alike,

They all require something unreachable so they prepare their godforsaken psych,

But behinds those sweet plastered smiles, resides avarice and falsely planted seeds,

My sight was pried open to this worlds mischievous deeds,


and now my once prosperous future,

has been booked with the sightseeing of the disgusting habits that will proceed...



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