Poem 6

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The beautiful pity
These awful realities
Can't we escape
From our mistakes

Oh our horrid luck
We really suck
The human race
Deserves to be knocked out of the race

He race to live
To kill
To have a will
We don't need a conscience

We don't have longsis
Just leave us be aliens
Our time is almost done
We are almost gone

Just give us a few million
A few billion
We won't be here
We won't be there

We wouldn't be anywhere
But dead
Because our leaders led
Led is down a doomed path

We're here then snap
We see the future
The darkened picture

Don't frame it
Don't shame it
It's ours unless we change it
The darkness

The death
The rotten breath
Let's get up
Let's ride from above

Let's change
And break
Let's explore the wilderness
Let's get off this path of righteousness

We should hug
And love
Nothing should be about the money
The pouring honey

The killing of the mind
Let's give away those couple dimes
We don't need 'em where we are going
We'll be floating

In nothingness for we didn't change
We didn't break
We didn't love
Or hug

We hoarded our money
The poisoned honey
We followed this long path
Till all of our deaths

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