the sun didn't shine and we laid in darkness doing the things which we would not do in light
the eagles didn't fly high in the sky, but instead became pigeons and shitted on everybody
the artists didn't provide the world with their talent, but instead remain closed off to themselves
the writers lost words, sat in silence for fear that words may hurt
the teachers didn't teach, because their was nothing they could learn
the relationships we've built were blown away, like a hurricane in the cusp of morning
the hope for tomorrow dwindled in the disgust for the present
the life you thought you were living turned out to be a dream, and suddenly you awoke to realize that reality is actually a hell bound woven basket and you were the tool used to create it
the people never wanted change, but allowed everyone to stay the same, inadvertently causing a consistent change
the love became the hate
the peace became the war
the fear became the future
And everything that you defined was redefined by another because you weren't qualified enough to do so.
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