Under the sun and moon
there's life on earth
and on earth there's pain and suffering on us.
infested with killers, drugs, thugs, sex after hugs,
disease after lust and pain after love.
i stop and i think while life moves on
love ones die before babies are born.
through out life friends are made and yesterday
pages are torn.

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