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Sonnet To New Gods

Although everything is colored in an open messages
Their mandates of gods leave us sad
We would like to live the day promised
They just reinvented pleasures but the pain remains.

We are animals carried to its extinction
In from of the poison that falls into oceans
As the industrial blood of a dying paradise that has
Its machine-gunned forest and transitory glaciers.

Who turned me into a number since before I was born?
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Saturday, December 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lifestyle
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