Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Genocide

In this euphoric world
Blinders select our vision
And we do not see
What we wish not to
But we are aware of it
We blind ourselves from it
To make this world
As perfect as it may seem
But for what benefit
Will it be so
When the imperfection
Is within us all?
No euphoric state
Will ever be achievable
When the unsteady hand
Of Adam's descendants
Is present and lively
So we fight amongst ourselves
Until we find utopia
Through our eyes
With no one else to stand against
This is genocide

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