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Featured My old song "I USED TO WRITE SUCH NICE THINGS BACK THEN" True story U know my songs were so much nicer back then I did sing myself to sleep with my pen I now lye awake without a thought Going through my mind? Not a lot Mother Nature is screaming out to deaf ears Father time sends warning,Our end time is near We can write about love,we can write about hate But to ignore there cries, is sealing our fate As they cry to all the Wordsmiths, Be not silent, scream out the laws Write truth not myth Expose all the flaws Writing nice things for now, it's the past having hope for the future, yes I suppose The rate we are going, life's sure not to last By going down silent, we'll regret what we chose