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Lost Battle of Humanity
LOST BATTLE OF HUMANITY When shall sorrow and pain cease? Many eyes have seen their eyes, Life, a lost battle to human race. Why deal with us in this way, knowing That the journey is but once and you Give us no chance to maximaze our gift. I have travelled round but all I see is vanity, A world where love hates love, hatred loves hatred And man to man in holy matrimony. Woman to woman in lesbianism, this is vanity And chasing after the wind! Why so much pains in little? Soon, the chickens shall have teeth and the Lizard will develop hair to torture humanity. Humans has failed the universe, mankind had lost The battle to control the world. Lost and miserable are we in this dark forest Where mothers leave their children naked, And father, a kind cruel man who thinks That a little love from him could be taken as A sign of weakness and he will be push to the ground. The swift never win the race nor The man of might wins the battle, Only grace suports us all; only grace Single out those who are meant for grace. Mankind has lost the battle of control over The world, we chase after the wind.
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