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Couldn't Resist

Posted to Action Poetry

Was insanity
always a part
of this sad world?

Was beauty
only a sideshow puppet
in a theater of fear?

Was love
just a whisper
of betrayal?

Was peace
only an abstract

Is our place
a house of hate?

Are our children
all bastard offspring
with eyes full of tears?

Are our bodies
vehicles of violence
and disease?

Is our feeling
only temporary,
and fleeting
absent after
the fuck?