oceans of evils
of daggers and hate
trying so hastefully
to determine one's fate
so many wrongs
and so little rights
so much harder to love
than to fight
aging so quickly
but all the wrong ways
so easy to make meaningless
our few earthly days
powers we dream of
that we cannot possess
open our eyes
to realize we're blessed
it's not up to you
everything's not your choice
in this world where we live
you're no more than a voice
a voice in this world
might as well be deceit
before it leaves the mouth
before it is concrete
yet this is not always right
for some words are sometimes true
listen closely if you hear them
for they are becoming more few
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