It makes me
sick to sit and look upon the shit this planet cooks, the mean, destructive
habit, and corruptness human beings bring.
It makes me
sick to hear kids crying, caused by senseless, ceaseless hunger, amidst a
civilized new century,
It makes me
sick to hear the sorrows, solo thousands, loudly shout outside, but without
help.
It makes me
sick to see the people dying; uncontrolled hysteria of fellow humans banish souls
within the ticking of a clock.
It makes me
sick to see big-headed businessmen who care about less else than money they can
use to waste their lives unnecessarily.
It makes me
sick to watch the government conducting vast, manipulating competitions for the
purpose to deceive their selfish folk.
It makes me
sick to taste what nature won’t provide, invented by those people who demolish
their own health.
It makes me
sick to smell the work of human kind, inducing me to suffocate in their
environment.
It makes me
sick to lose a miracle by blinking with an eye, when it existed longer than this
greedy kind.
Everything
is there to see and everybody knows. Why do only the few react? This leaves us nothing
than a buzz, a single buzz: the devil calling to declare, the victory is his.
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