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God Shook His Head Today
God Shook his Head Today In the public eye you spew lies from the table cloth, with fake humanitarianism. A sort of façade one puts on at a mardi gras parade; whimsical and alluring. Yet, your goodwill proves shallow. Another ego centric politician to add to the list. While the oceans dry up, and the glaciers melt, our super typhoons are angrily bellowing out rubbage from the plastics filling the earth. Nobody really cares, in a world in which life is taken for granted. Some countries go without electricity, and Wi-Fi as we sit down with a big mac, and whoppers. Digging around in a cereal box trying to locate the little plastic toy. Oh boy what have we done, to our planet? I assure you it is time to panic. God shook his head today, wondering how we allowed the wasting away. God shook his head today, surveying the land. Crying as the clouds formed a frown. I’m ranting like a tsunami killing innocents upon the shore, engulfing the victims with the force of five hundred armies. It is too late, what’s done is done, landslides, and hurricanes the size of multiple states taking the weak to grow stronger, while others are left in defeat. God shook his head today, then placed his face in the palm of his hands as he looked downward at the plastic filled sands.
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