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To Whome It May Concern
You want low gas prices
because you can't even walk to the store.
you want high wages,
but you never think about the poor.
how can we be so fucked up
so narcissistic.
like this long gone wars never existed.
and then what's odd
is that we blame God
like he's the cause of it all
like he's the reason we fall.
"why dos he let bad things happen?"
but don't we?
is it that hard to see?
cuz we ain't ignorant,
we just don't care.
all we can say is,
"I'm glad I'm not there."
genocide, poverty, we do nothing about it.
cuz our lifes are the same
with or without it
but we take shit for granted
we can never be happy
"I hate my life, it's so crappy!"
Fuck you!
Be grateful!
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