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Soul In The Street My heart is heavy and no sleep can be found. Compassion for humanity retches at my soul. A child violently dies, a woman brutally victomized. Humanity turns away as a life lays helpless in the street. How can compassion be kept for others in contempt. One man steps forth, the rest, blind, jump to follow. A nation rises and a nation crumbles. Blinded by greed and contempt for all who need. They practice for war and talk of peace. So blinded are the sheep. They build churches and temples, cities and towns. Worshiping the thing that it is they are living in. Compassion for the soul laying in the street. Weighing far less than the love for their interior walls. The body in the street withers away. Its soul escapes and noone notices. But there is one that sees. His patients never ending. One day his wrath will be unleashed on all who didn't see the soul in the street. |
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