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Psychosocial (Rewrite)
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Society From the womb,
our lives are doomed;
since our birth,
we are meant for earth.
From us, jealousy bleeds,
pouring out greed.
And our souls are soiled;
our hearts leak oil.
We are slick and unrefined:
pride and hate combined.
Superficially charming,
but constantly harming.
We are narcissistic,
in a fable world unrealistic
as the rest of the population
lies in such desolation...
in the ruins we created.
Extinction was fated
when we destroyed
what brought us joy.
Now we build up facades
to try to reach God,
but our lives are a mess
masked with pseudo-success.
We are not a flourishing nation
if we brought devastation
to those less blessed
by saying we were the best.
When we use our wealth
to only further ourselves,
we are allowing the opposition
to line up in position.
And we will ultimately pay
for our egocentric ways
when our adversaries drop
just one much-deserved bomb...
explosive reality.
