talk to me
of seasons ending
of leaves falling
what shines within
truth
wyes daring
to see the end of sin
light
beginnings
let us forget our dreams
open up our
soul reaching screams
seeing
what true freedom means
to love our neighbors
before ourselves
to be
unique
one among many
many within one
once again
for my country
it is time
to bleed…
We are animals. When our frustration reaches a certain level, we lash out and we clash… We bleed. It is really too bad that we have not reached the level where we can intelligently come to the right conclusion based on the science of the matter and not the emotion. Until we come to logical conclusions that we can easily all compromise to, we will continue to bleed in useless wars and violent protests amounting to nothing but frustration.
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