Everything is imploding, folding in on itself
We're whipping Mother Earth with the belt of greed
All we think about is what we want rather than what we need
Pray to your god, thinking he'll fix it all and be there for you
It's bullshit, don't have false hope, were screwed
Marriages collapsing, rising national debt, religious and racial conflict
I have no hope left for this world
We've fucked the shit out of it, we've bled it dry of resources
Most of our taxes go to this useless military
To display our obnoxious need to be big and scary
When in reality, we're just a bunch of pussies
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Unreliable Existence
PoetryThis is a collection of almost all of my poetry. I have a few poems in my notebook that I haven't added onto here, but most of them are in here.
