Moral Decay

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Pain, sorrow, and broken trust
These are the words we breathe
Guilt is clouded by thick fog
And lips are sealed with needle and thread
Words are abused as bullets and hatred feeds revenge
Doubt and discouragement is stained on brick walls
Faith and loyalty are abandoned by dark hearts
Smilies with no life fill my memories.

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