Stoic


Reality sets into a heart that wishes to read you lies that sit like an open book
This must stay open, this must stay clear, this must be said for all to hear
These are living, breathing beings like us
Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable
These are living, breathing beings like us
They don't look the same on a plate
Are we still fixable?
Drop the dish that could fill the mouth with meat
To the floor and I've watched it break
One thousand pieces of that glass equals one thousand days gone past
And how has technology brought us any further,
When this society is still stuck in it's primitive dietary ways?
Only a death trap for both worlds, tomorrow can't be fixed
When today's crisis is aborted, stop looking ahead!
Are we still fixable?







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