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Up at 3AM
Mixed feelings of a changing reality
Wondering if all of my words have been expressed
Like a cleaning renaissance of the minds garbage of details
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires
The sickness of humanities appetites crippling the best of desires
Drives of hunger as the strong join with the week
Only to fall as being the weakest link
It's like the most ambitious survive out of the struggle
And the most aggressive dominate with force
How feelings fade and love never matters for being weakness
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires
I have seen families fall for lust and selfishness
The big picture lost within desires of sin made to be pure in the mind
This being none of the Creators wills but that of human desires
I have seen the best of people fallen in a black hole of no return
The most pure pulled into spirals of hate and anger so unreal
So much lust all over the place like signs of the flesh in every picture seen
Modesty eaten away as a statement of the non beautiful eaten away
How a world takes advantage of all the weaknesses of humanity
Strokes not the best of human qualities as they prey on your soul
Lost in the dreams of success and even success a manipulated picture
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires
Yet they make these things be of such important to their lives being.
Truly from all this I have seen the most destructive enemy among us
This enemy lives in our desires and sleeps with some as with others awake
This is not to be elaborate or the best poem ever
This is to express the passions inside so dark under the veil
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires
It's sickening beyond expressing
Until the life becomes thin and the "You" wakes up
Was it worth it all
The all of it all'¦ was it worth it
Was it really worth it
Unbelievable the circumstances
The consciousness has trouble settling it in
Like a dream so horrible you know it's not real so you laugh
So much must think this is that of a dream
But it's so sad the day you don't wake up
To find out
Only
That this...
is real.
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