Destruction

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I hear your cries,
The teas in your eyes.
I feel it might be my demise.
The arrogant lives
Of many
who can't see what drives
A lonely soul to go and die.
They cannot see
What's killing me
Destroying utter sanctity
Leaving us with none to see
But people destroying our comunity.

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