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Dear Mother Earth Oh Father Sky; Please tell me this Please tell me: Why? Losing focus Blurring lines; Spiralling up Among green vines. You feel Darkness I breathe Light; We'll toss and turn All through the night. I Love the smell That very loud Red; It is to you That it's been said Hot and Bothered: This I know; I'll make you Scream! I'll make you Moan! Candor is What I feel; Laugh or Cry (I'll make you Real). As Above Is so Below; Upon whom Do you bestow? The haste you have The grace you lack; When this is done We've filled the crack. Among the Stars Or on the Moon; I love this place A real-life cartoon.

I stand alone in a sea of people. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Violence, Hatred, Sloth, Anger, Envy, Wrath, Whore, Rebel, Ostentation, Pretension, Material, Superficial, and Vanity are their names, and many more. I walk through the path of people, and the ones who are there to exploit them. They are mesmerised by their own, not giving a care about what is around them, doing what they please, wherever, and whenever they please. I walk down the stairwell, crowded by these people, them not even passing me a glance, caught up in their own world. These are the disabled people. I open the door, and find myself in the street. I accidently brush pas