Hushed mornings
Loud nights
Empty corpses lie
Sinful lives sprout
Confusion over weirdness
Confessions of the finest
Misread messages
And manipulative hands
Believe in lies
And discharge the truths
We are blind
To the things
We don't want to believe
Blind to the nature
To this planet's gifts
To destroy it all with greed.
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Feelings Of Deeper Meaning
Poetrypoems. what else information do you need? Other than them being outlets for my emotions
