No future aloud.

Late night.
Thoughts taking over again.

Fantasy floats.
It’s nicer for me to dream about the unreal,
Than life a live where is no hope for dreams.

Children are lost.
No future aloud.
I can’t believe that people are proud.
Why would they be proud of nothing.

We are going downhill to hell.
Where I life long before they did.

No real love.
No meaning.
No future atoll.

Humanity is dying.
Why are we destroying everything because we want it all better?
We want better but it’s getting worse.
And now we can’t stop it.

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30-07-2013

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