

The Death of our WorldThe hardest thing is opening my eyes, To see this awful world so full of lies, I can hear the people screaming, Its hard to realize that Im not dreaming, The boom of the bombs is real, And they leave scars on us that never heal, We are becoming an incurable disease, We created this air so hard to breathe. Were killing trees without a halt, Its time to notice its not their fault, Sending our children to war, I think with that weve gone too far. Were walking into our extinction, And between money and love we see no distinctionThe Death of our World
I saw you had commented on a photograph of a guitar
and thought you may like some of mine.
If you have any spare time please may you have a look ^^
xx
thanks for the heads up
hahha
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--Ivon
I used that picture as the background of a slide show
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--Ivon
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