The Unfairness Of Angels

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Collectives of the sphere
Of utter nonsense
That's the world we're living in now
A tumbling stone approaching a row of domino's
All leading to the end game
Simple aspects of life forgotten
The pure untouched truths
All buried under fictional  books
About my God, your God. etc-etc
Pathetic subtitles underneath the earths core  
No substance, no maturity, no focus,
Just wires wrapped  around a technical mess
Too late now to turn back
Another lap of the monopoly board to go
Sadly no one plays that anymore
Point made, extinction processed...


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