Do these two songs sum up Mankind?

Stairway to Heaven

Highway to Hell

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Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

Sums up my mankind

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Calling occupants of interplanetary craft

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And it’s a seven letter word from me! :musical_note::notes:

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Toosexy, seven letter words rule

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A bit early in the morning for those sort of seven letter words Spitty… tis an over 5O’s forum remember :sunglasses:

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I thought the point of being Over 50 was to forget :grin:

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Wouldn’t know… I’ve forgotten!

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Fun Boy Three - The Lunatics Have Taken Over the Asylum

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This Bretrick, although I think things are moving faster than Zaeger and Evans envisaged…

It’s taken mankind 8 million years ish’ to learn how to fly, and in just over 100 years we are sending geezers to the moon…
Mankind is imploding in on itself, and progress is moving so fast (and picking up speed) we will eventually disappear up our own rectoms…
Common sense tells anyone that we can not continue to progress at the speed we are doing now…People are dividing into groups (the have’s and the have not’s: The computer literate and the luddites and the rich and the poor ) and resources will become short as we are veering headlong towards a steep cliff…Lemmings springs to mind…
Lemmings

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Heaven and Hell are naught but ruses construed by humans to scare the masses into following a made up human philosophy so they may pass into a utopian afterlife at death, Hell is the man invented penalty if they don’t, so yes they do sum up Mankind.

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And because most people have seen through that little illusion, they have produced another one using climate change and net zero.

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You’re probably going to be right, in the long run it’s not going to matter, we’ll probably blow ourselves to “hell in a handbasket.”

Going To Hell In a Hand-Basket

He found me in a dream serene, then I found her in a stupor. LATE! I realized for the first scene, ineffective tense tired tutor. Wampanoag’s dismay on fierce face, on her’s pale, nothing but despair. Knew I was doomed in any case, me; I wish I could disappear… My wardrobe gray, black and a frown, I walk with slouch instead of proud. Place spiraling on its way down, my soul’s lost in this crazy crowd. Immature arrogant revolt, devoted defenders hold line. They “got things figured out” — but don’t…, mayhem for fun’s sake a past time. Hellions running wild the prison, bitterness taste - lemon pucker. Hierarchy ears deaf, won’t listen, moment of truth taste for sucker. It’s a sorry state of affairs, a sad society we live. We won’t survive if unawares, civility bleeding through sieve.
----- Susan Ashley August 31, 2017

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