Poetry

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i shouldnt breathe too deep
as if i could anyway
with the filth up to my knees
...and its growing day by day

because im living in america
in the cesspool-ish millennium
as it were just like the twilight zone
where my choice is carved in stone.

living in a dystopia
yet led to think were in euphoria
on this filthy planetoid.
is my conscience really null in void!

interpretation: my take on the grasp sin has on the world. this poem is not bashing america, "the land i love..."

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