Amazing Grace

I was only inspired by the Chinese violinist on Yarra river's Bank...

We selfish creatures
We push each other, backs against the other

Only to get what we ought

But how is it that, we lie that we protect?

We hide the true feelings, isolated.. from everyone?

Is it true we’re pleasant?

Soothly unstable?
Would we kill to win?

Would we want not to die?

We selfish creatures
We love, yet hate

We’re powerless to embrace

We’re cruel… empty of grace.

Amazing Grace.

The End

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