My world


My world

A world bought with blood.
A place built in tears.
Yet to be satisfied!
Birthing catastrophe for its buyers.

The smoke from friendly fire,
Rained diseases! disaster in regrets.
The universe turns a corpse litter,
Can a vampire suck its own blood?

What ship is sailing us?
Where exactly are we heading to?
Do our hearts ever beat as one?
Greed and corruption bid me silent.

If wishes were not thorns,
I would wish for a peaceful world!
Panged me to breed on these things
Can we really hope again?

Lightning of help struck!
Thunder of reformation roared in revolution.
A mine of hope! A license to do good!
History birth a new world.

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