Rationalizing

Distant and decaying is hope in the heart
Our reasons to live are more like excuses
Suicides seems noble to the weak
Homicide seems justifiable to the afraid

Society has ignored the generation of rage
I admire the embrace of death although, I elude it
I no longer believe in humanity my faith has been stolen
Nothing left but Death to look forward to
Everything is bleak reality, I hate my generation
We will always be confused, I love my generation
Sanctuary that I have found in a bottle of devils brew
Sleep is not needed to survive I live off recession
My friends vaguely know we all have an asylum

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