All gloom
Some anger too
Doomsday written
By more than a few.
When outside
The sun still shines
Blinded people
Of sarcasm and wine.
Oh and the blame
So easy to pass
And so it swings
Lost is class.
The point of the finger
Mirror in toe
Equal in error
Transgressors fail to know.
Oh there is life
If lived and glad
Stop spreading the bullshit
Painting the world only sad.
But what about…
Stop! More crap makes no difference
Give to a friend or stranger
Happiness finds witness.
A new challenge
Share only light
And lighten will the heart
Renewed clear sight.
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