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90% of humanity disgusts me The other 10% I shall never get to thank Beneath contempt and not worth loathing The 90% I rank Absolutely numb at the levels my species can sink A time for nuclear cleansing Is worth the effort, I think Be done with it already Our species is done We’ve gone to the depths of depravity There’s nowhere else to run Give the world to the animals Let them have their shot We have proven over and over That intelligence We have not We still kill We still pollute We still lie, cheat and steal We still devour the world And do it all with such zeal We thumb our nose at religion And believe it doesn’t matter We gorge ourselves on evil And let our greed get fatter I shake my head everyday And wonder why it’s allowed to continue I’m afraid of one day Where I will no longer care Where the stories of horrific tragedies Will become easy to bear I want to leave this world The way I arrived Innocent But sometimes I fear I might become part of the 90% Keep the Faith and keep strong For in this world it’s too easy To go wrong Eric (and sometimes not)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/16/2009 10:49:00 PM
I myself need that 10% to keep from jumping off a cliff. I need to at least keep the illusion that there is some good in this world. Keep myself grounded as it were. As far as confusion, well the whole planet is in chaos but I console myself with the fact that this was preordained and meant to happen. I like the line in the movie "The Matrix" that says "we humans define our existence thru suffering", seems fitting. Besides it's not the world that's evil just the tenants. Keep writing Yoni.
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Date: 1/13/2009 8:11:00 PM
I know it's hard as hell but my goal in life is to combine the 90% and the 10% into one very confused group of people and never let any of them control my mood. Even kind people have their 'dark' moments, none of us are immune to blind hatred. Did I mention how hard this is?
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