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| 'Sunday Rant' is exactly what it says. It was Sunday. I was ranting... sort of. Just contemplating the world like usual. |
| I've often wondered about the world The beauty in it The ugliness that corrupts her Who decided to litter their filth on our grounds, But still offer us the glow of the stars above? And who planned to let death take us down, Then let the wonder of birth take us back? Where came the idea that love could be taken lightly? Used and tossed aside. And where came the virtuous few that know how to cherish? Accept and keep. How does it even out? I've seen so much and yet so little. The music for the notes. And the music for the words. The forrest for the trees. And the trees for the shade. But still it's only a fraction of what there is. Out there in this big bad world. "It'll swallow you up and spit you out unless you take control." Knowing that Being told that I've often wondered, If they saw the beauty behind the beast that is the world we live in. |
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