The confusion that is myself

Torn down and broken
Lies the ragdoll
Of a haunted childhood
As we reminisce
In our miserable past
Ripped of the future
That was once so precious
In those golden years
When we were oblivious
To the cruel unforgiving world
Leaving behind our innocense
As we grow older
Evolving into greedy
Materialistic human beings
So keen to gain the upper hand
In this place we call home
Spreading hate and lies
While we degrade the people
That we think are below us
Tearing down our bretheren
Who we consider our competition
Only to not feel satifaction
Yet the urge for something more
The thirst that can never be quenched
Out for more blood
What happened to the dream
Of world peace
Which use to trump
The urge for world domination
Now the world has come to
The powerhungry and
The innocent fighting for
A place in this society

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