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Created on: November 30, 2008 Last Updated: October 17, 2009
INTO DARKNESS
Our hearts beat, but our souls are lost;
Our blood is warm, yet we are as cold as frost.
We are not shepherds, we have lost our way;
People drift further, each and every day.
Sharing good fortunes, that we refuse to do;
Getting richer, being a fat cat that is you.
Creating misery, we have no shame;
All we care about, is making money & fame.
Drifting into darkness, where there is no light;
To find our way back, we have to do what is right.
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