We all look for eachother to blame so
we can smother the shame and cover the
pain, but when it becomes clear we're
going under the same I wonder if change
will still be encumbered by games, in
this number of ways... and we'll still
suffer in vain, and continue to look the
other way. Internal grief, and others'
hurtful deeds often equal to ones
personal defeat. Add into it unmerciful
cheats, nerves so in beat, and an Earth
full of greed... you've got a fatal
disaster in a humans circle of needs.
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