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2/23/24 It's not in all the books we read Souls put to sea Continual butchery They carry on crookedly Trying to coat the truth with something sugary Some know and don't care others never could agree A never ending battle where evil is trying to make the good bleed Nah no really look at me I stirred the hornets nests and shook the trees Among endless wood debris To be an honest man, you've no idea what it took to be Gone beyond lucid dreams Please do believe it's about much more than you perceive Hmm the conclusions seems They never have our best interest at heart nor any future needs While unscrupulous humans scheme They left our bodies out to rot all through ravines As well as areas where sewage seeps The truth it seeks A way out usually Regardless of opportunity My mom asked son why must you suffer so Caught up in an undertow There's just things a mother knows My true colors shown I called my brother's phone He thought he knew how it does and doesn't go Unlike other folks Through centuries still much unknown All across this bloody globe Studies show Most want the whole honeycomb All to themselves like life's only about hitting the motherload As they judge and drone It's not all cut in stone Told him what was once a home Started from just a stone Now it's a bunch of those Amid piles of mud and bones Nearby encrusted tomes Beside dusty clothes Sat an old toolbox that rusted close Outside stood trees full of a dozen crows By fields with buffaloes Bumps arose In clustered nodes Turning it into a rugged road Nearby water full of sunken boats The destruction grows Life comes with no instruction codes For any sudden woes You'd think eventually it struck a note Many looking through a tunneled scope Always fascinated by the puppet shows Another day redundant and alone A struggle to find love blows Causing a loss of what was hope Reaching the point of being ready to jump below By the end of it my bro said I must atone He said I chucked the stone At what I thought was a toad Then went back to work in the construction zone Only to find out that it wasn't though Said he began to suffer slow Caught in a thunder dome Until he discovered those That suffered the same fate buried right under nose With a new adjusted approach Learned first hand and through several hundred notes