Hearts can be broken in more ways than one as they shatter into a thousand pieces like glass upon the floor to remain there because no one sees among the blindness of society's everlasting lies to receive what they deserve as the fangs seep into the flesh to pump venom killing silently, but not quickly but the screams of the tortured echo into the stillness of the air, cut through with tension suffocating the suppressed souls of the lost children, banished childhoods broken spirit, broken soul, sticks breaking bones into bite sized pieces and no one there to pick up the crumbs of the forgotten because no one can care about what they don't know, who they don't know, why are we ashamed to recognize the pain and the suffering we could be saving them from, but we fixate on our own lives, but not improving ourselves, how can we fix the world's problems if we don't fucking recognize our own, much less what they are? Are we to just dictate what is right without first showing it, letting them starve and die and cry in hidden caves inside themselves, silently being cut down again and again and again as their unnamed masters rise up in their filthy triumph over ones so small they can't defend themselves against the verbal assult of the tyrant's words raining down and flooding out their own thoughts, replacing them with lies, brainwashed individuals to fight in wars that have no meaning to claim they are doing what is right, but they don't know what is right because they only know what they've been taught and they haven' been taught to think....
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