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The Ways of the Beast

The collective world is a monster of lies. It 
kills people, every day, right before our eyes. 
It intimidates and abuses and puts them 
fear. It makes people feel like 
nobody cares. 

You can't kill it, because it's not alive. 
People run it from the inside. It uses 
money to have its way; it takes whatever, 
with nothing to say. Hour by hour, 
day by day, it takes without giving along the 
way. It makes the laws that mankind must 
abide. From these, no one can hide. 

It creates governments and kingdoms to rule 
the heart of man. It has all the power and 
yet it has a few friends. A machine built by the 
human race, it has no arms, no legs and a painted 
face. Money is the blood that runs through its veins-- 
it kills anything without knowing it's name. 

It has organized the world in different segments 
and parts, yet it has no feelings and has no 
heart. It started with mankind, when one said 
to another, "This is yours, and that is mine." Then, 
with the words 'buy' and 'sell', life was put on time. 

Today, it sits at the beginning of every dawn, and as 
the sun sets time goes on. It creates armies in the north, 
south, west and east. It causes people to fight each other 
for food, land and something more to eat. I see no end to 
the things that are about to come, unless we take away 
its bombs, the hatred and guns. 

I guess there's hope while there is life. There's only two 
outcomes: wrong or right. Anything else that is in between 
is nightmare, hell with light. Unless we seek 
and find peace, we will be doomed to the ways of the 
beast!

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