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-Dear children whom still grow in childish ways.

Broken and mattered by karmic destruction.

Drowning ourselves in disposition, and disbelief.

Hopeless in a world that lacks

compassion.

Discouraged by the hatred we spread amongst ourselves. Shouting there is NO higher power, while blaming higher power.

Searching on broken ground; reaching for something tangible.

This, is for you.