This is America
The melting pot
We are feeling the fear of being intellectually defeated. When our perspectives are weakened, all the critiqueing feels, for some reason, like our brothers are seeking to convict us of treason.
We’re pissed off.
Our demons are creeping as we fixate on the destruction we’re seeking; needing to see our debaters defeated.
Forget seeking common reason.
We all fear being the “weakling” so in every debate we cant help our fate but to get heated. At the very least, we need get even.
Our feet planted right in belief leaves us tracking our dirt in the meeting. Seeking self righteous victory brings no relief; our meetings are just glorified beatings.
Lifes not a battlefield where the sides are uneven.
We each are grieving.
We each are depleted.
Each in our hearts, feel death has completed it’s part, so in meeting with people, we’re indecent in heart. It seeps in right from the start, ripping apart all the pieces we need to make decency start. Now we just aim to outsmart.
We,
Feeling like the best peice of the puzzle, destroy all the others, then deal with the struggle when seeing the big picture is giving us trouble.
We put it on the lowliest of you.
Putting ourselves on high so we can see from our view; the source of death is not from us, since its all over you. But if you look at the truth, you will see that death spews from us too, it just happens to be currently raining on you.
But what do we do?
Its a race for the top, every leg up, death increases its pace in the drop.
Look at the bottom.
Look at our victims.
Those who shouldnt be in it, the young and the innocent, born in the system, are climbing up quick to avoid being hit by acidic precipitant.
Up the ladder as the ladder predicted.
“Tired of being afflicted? Rise up and you’ll be the one who does the inflictin’ .”
Now just think, how all this is affecting the children. The next generation just entered the building, where the baddest of the bad, like glorified villains, up in their penthouse, drop bombs from the ceiling. The ground floor is littered with invisible killins’. The staircase is thinnin and down here, the race to the top is only beginin’.
Theres not enough space to fit all of the kids in so we’re left with a fight to the death just to be the one #winning.
Youd think they’d walk out but you would be kidding.
My friend, I dont know if you knew this, but just incase that you didnt, I’d like you to know that this is more than a building, this world that we live in… boy, this is a prison, and once you’re up in it you’re all the way in it.
This is the world
The melting pot
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