wonder

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I wonder as I wonder through space

With questions upon my face

Of all the evil in the human race

kids missing without a trace

this one world colony that's a disgrace

blood stains on this cold case

the good in things they try to erase

inhaling smoke and how it taste

this hell hole of a trapped place

they run from questions always in a haste

tying you down like the tie lace

they look for you so you pick up your pace

trying to beat you like you're in a race

shattering you like you're a vase

dumping you like trash and  you're waste

tears streaming down your beautiful face

as you wonder and float in space.

(by: Roxan143)

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