Today's World, by M-chan
Demonic screams,
Fill my mind.
Every day, the same,
Unchanging torture.
This binding chains
Pull me down.
Is this the product
Of the world today?
These echoing voices,
Are they the result
Of years of life?
The blood runs quick
And the swords are fast
To strike.
In this day and age,
Is this all
We have?
I look in the mirror
And only see the ugly
Face of sin.
Don’t you see that
Too?
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