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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 05, 2016

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Submitted: June 05, 2016




We are the generation of mistrust and misfits.

We are the victims,

of a great invisible depression of love.

We live in a broken society,

Inhebited by ghosts of our dreams,reasons and expectations.

The rebel smile scarred against our faces

of freedom,

Lied about wisdom everyday.

Which crashed against our heads like 

every inch of the universe is against us.

When the blind eyed visionary slaughtered his visions,

We sold our frustrations

in exchange of guilt.

All the magis in the world,

could not identify the gods among us.

Because they had lost their sence of morality

long before humanity crashed against humanity.

And when they locked us up into our asylum hearts,

We screamed with joy.

We needed a cause to fail,

But we got a cause to live.

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