Life
As we are seated in our den,
we drive to hell and wonder when
our time will come to show our hate,
and to them, thoroughly, berate.
Our minds are cancer
killing minds.
Our eyes are blinded
hiding finds.
So when we look for lifes true blessing
it turns out simply too depressing.
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