Is there hope for the hopeless,
Or should we just shut our mouths,
Eyes glazing as horror unfolds,
Who determines the useless, the expendable?
When are our mistakes
Blessings in disguise,
Uncloaked of mystery and hate,
When do we do things out of love,
Instead of hate?
Life can spin you rhyme,
Set you a rhythm to live to,
But honesty is harsh,
When will we realize true reality?
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