Empty fate,
pointless hate.
No white or grey,
No sun just rain.
Full of pain,
It’s all the same.
Explosions everywhere,
But no one cares.
Many life’s are doomed,
You only care how well you’re groomed.
Full of pain,
It’s all the same.
A dying place,
A dying space.
Pathetic lies,
Live in your eyes.
Full of pain,
It’s all the same.
A strike of thunder,
You’re going under.
You swear to change,
But it’s too late.
Full of pain,
It’s all the same.
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