Humanity Is Often A Place Of Forgetfulness

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Humanity is often a place of forgetfulness. It's often a place of solitude. A place of dreadfulness, fretfulness It's often a dwelling place, a mirror eschewed. A place without benevolence A place, where the neediest feel subdued. A place, people wander around, incredulous. Humanity is a place where you find the destitute. The place-you-come-across negligence The place you come across the most ineptitude The place-you-come-across the most-resentfulness The place where you find the most crewed The place where cruelty finds its prevalence The place - charity can lead to decrepitude. Humanity is a place of opposites of redolence. It's-sadly, a place of corruption as a way not to preclude. It's a place of hucksters directionless. Often, it's the place of a cold absolute. Take my hand, and I'll promise all you Denizens. A better life, I'll promise not to pillage or loot. I'll promise you, humanity, forget all other parables.

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