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Just a Mo...

Just a Mo…

It doesn’t matter how
you cut it, this
planet is our life.
We can’t blame the
tracks for division
while monetary
inequality’s
still rife.

Though we may
hide behind
education or
religion, the deed
is ours alone.
The rich always
eat meat, while
the rest shall
suck on the bone.

We pin our hopes on
an unseen god, hold a
mass where we eat of
his body then drink his
blood from a silver cup
How proud we must be,
handing responsibility
over to our greater
enlightenment,
to fuck it up.

Obviously I’m not
a believer, I feel not
a shred of doubt.
I’d never use
anything so fickle,
that asks for much,
but gives nowt

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piece of writing! A hammer doing what it was meant to. True. So damn true. People need to wake up now.

Namaste,

Lenny

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"Death" is nonsense: what is there to die?
"Life"? How could " life" "die"? That is a contradiction
in terms. Can "light" become "darkness"?
"Light" can only cease to be apparent

Wei Wu Wei

Thank you Lenny, happy to see your still around. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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