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Goodnight Today
Today was worthless,
Now it’s gone,
Yesterday’s hopeless,
Bland and desperate,
Fill your gullet,
Take your pills,
Try to forget,
You’re dying slowly,
Pretend the holy truths,
Peached by officials and pastors,
Aren’t all lies,
Say you’re worth it,
Do something helpful,
Even as the world is dying,
Broken trees falling
And degrading into mud,
When you notice that destruction,
This corruption,
Her shame,
His greed,
Their pollution,
See that there is no solution,
The water’s oily and acidic,
It burns your tender tongue,
First a call to action,
Fueled by tremendous rage,
Be the spark that fires change!
But the greats have failed before you,
Fallen to bullets,
Or,
Fallen to time,
They were great and you,
You are almost good,
So failure becomes your mantra,
Keep it dear to your heart,
Feel the rage turn sadness
Turn to despair which always leads to fear,
What will you do?
“This cannot be!
This broken world is not for me.”
But for all your talents and your fears,
Shakespeare still died despite his tears,
Death is looming,
Destruction nigh,
People suck, and the liquors dried,
The pills aren’t working,
So at long last,
You go to sleep until it’s past,
Until the quite hours leave us,
And the world can seem less grim,
But tomorrow is one day closer,
Yet, I suppose goodbye, till then.
Now it’s gone,
Yesterday’s hopeless,
Bland and desperate,
Fill your gullet,
Take your pills,
Try to forget,
You’re dying slowly,
Pretend the holy truths,
Peached by officials and pastors,
Aren’t all lies,
Say you’re worth it,
Do something helpful,
Even as the world is dying,
Broken trees falling
And degrading into mud,
When you notice that destruction,
This corruption,
Her shame,
His greed,
Their pollution,
See that there is no solution,
The water’s oily and acidic,
It burns your tender tongue,
First a call to action,
Fueled by tremendous rage,
Be the spark that fires change!
But the greats have failed before you,
Fallen to bullets,
Or,
Fallen to time,
They were great and you,
You are almost good,
So failure becomes your mantra,
Keep it dear to your heart,
Feel the rage turn sadness
Turn to despair which always leads to fear,
What will you do?
“This cannot be!
This broken world is not for me.”
But for all your talents and your fears,
Shakespeare still died despite his tears,
Death is looming,
Destruction nigh,
People suck, and the liquors dried,
The pills aren’t working,
So at long last,
You go to sleep until it’s past,
Until the quite hours leave us,
And the world can seem less grim,
But tomorrow is one day closer,
Yet, I suppose goodbye, till then.
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