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every day the world gets more fucked up
(Source: decadentlifestyle, via icanbreaktheskymyself)
We have somehow blocked the view, where the sky was there is now a deep-gray house somehow we feel drained between cement and steel and the pressure to live here
What we to tell our children now? somehow we feel robbed between poverty and fear and cry for anarchy!
We consider us to be wise we must be great minds if we only built cities, to tear down again
Bloody revolution a few heads of dictators system and political reform, a step back and a step forward ‘
and we are not lost
what we are ? a disease! create to destroy
Our creature kills everything we have built a complex but it is too complex for us end-time novel in the newspaper on the first page in black and white. Our city has no boarders except the rich and poor
We build houses always higher because the sky is going to be worth less this is our city and we build them as long until it is full of emptiness.
written by Chester barkly
