Loss
Broken promises
Breed broken spirits.
Lost alone.
Stupidly plowing through the darkness
Attempting to find the light at the end.
It's not right
It's not right
It's not right!
How can someone
Change so quickly?
Their minds don't factor others in.
How could we be so simple-minded
To believe again and again?
This time it
will be
different.
Foolish tricks
Trick the fools of the world.
Feelings get in the way of living.
Loss of thought
Allows faith to settle in.
Yes, no
Yes, no
It's sickening:
Choose this not that.
Be this way not that way.
Absolute power rules;
Empathy a meaningless peasant.
When will it end?
How is it fair?
It's. Not. Right.
From cold examination
Springs realization:
This time won't be different.
We are not right to trust,
When we have no reason to.
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