Whats left


I'm afraid i feel too much
For the ones most abandoned
I'm told that life is just as such
That we are only free because we
accept being commanded
In this world there isn't much in the
way of trust
And all of our lives end with our souls
Material wealth made from the earth's
Turned into lavish riches for the most
I see the suffering of others around me
Finding it hard to stay composed and
I ask the Lord that made the lamb
'what say he?'
When viewing a world thats become so
What has happened to our humanity
It seems all our compassion is bereft
Everyone living their own definition of
Recycling the same mistakes until
theres nothing left

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