Why do i never know.
Why does the wind blow.
Seeds of hate have been sprouting.
The sadness and suffering have been mounting.
Realization that life isnt cool anymore.
Hate, sadness, madness of war.
Tearing down whatever you hate.
In a demented careless state.
All our creation has fell.
In to our own hopless hell..
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Poem / Fantasy
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