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We Are Lost

A man sat alone, hunched over the counter of a bar in England. As he sipped at his beer, he plunged into thought.

He thought of the pressure that had been put on him all his life. Pressure from his parents, his teachers, his bosses. They were expectations he could never live up to.

He thought of all the lying, backstabbing friends in his life. They would do anything for a quick dollar.

He thought of how religion had been twisted and mangled into nothing but a nasty excuse to do whatever one pleases.

He thought of people, how ignorant, self-centered, and shallow they had become.

He thought of how love and peace had shattered, replaced by business, politics, and technology.

He knew that the world was coming to a sad, sorry end, and it was humanity’s fault.

He knew how lost we all are.

So, he decided to stay at that bar for a while and write a song about all of his thoughts. He thought maybe, just maybe, he could share his music with the world. Maybe it would change something.

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