Inspiration! what a weapon to have in our arsenal. hindsight too, loves a wonderful thing..so why are we murders too.Generous to a fault as long as we have our pound of flesh.Creatures of habit, yet we make the same mistakes.Wheres the light in our darkest hour, we love nature and all things small, but we still pluck the flower and watch the elephant fall.intelligence as enlightened us, our stubborn nature burdens us.So be it..some may say better tomorrow or another day.Stop i say and look within, a message is written for all to see, our fate is in our DNA
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