Creation

Lift the rock I've been hiding under for years. Free me from the solitude I confined myself to. Tear these shackles away from my pitiful soul. As I dive deep into the world that can only hold so much beauty. Naive as I was knowledge became the truth of corruption hidden behind the towers on Wall Street. Yet the destruction of our earth was not what created fear. The fact that we humans have became selfish with power.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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