Pity or Empathy
Lower scourge of the deficit amounts to not much.
A word or a tale brings few into perception.
The ideals and epiphanies I’ve had will die with me.
I’m angry, I’m tired, and I’m frustrated.
The human world is pitiful and I am that as well.
God so loved us? Think about that.
GOD SO LOVED US?
There’s no reason to think that God loved us.
There’s no reason to think that he’d care.
The human experience is a reaction, and I’m jonesing.
I know my problems, but most out there don’t.
I can carry on one more day without, and yet you bitch because you feel important.
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