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January 14, 2015

We chose our idols: money, power, fame

there is no way back.

Only a way forward to utter corruption

devastation at the hands of karma.

we have no will power left,

we’re too comfortable to try.

And for some ideal or principle,

we’re too scared to die.

Sound and fury remain.

Echoes from an era and a generation that cared.

Though our minds when revealed and unbeared.

Show us empty and barren of passion

we only take things up on a whim

as a passing fashion.

Our heart beats are dim

barely audible to the perceptive ear,

lost in the echoes of time

vanishes all we held dear,

the silent and fatal crime.

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