Torture of the World: 9/11

The anguish-pain put on me
I will not allow reflection to be
Hoping it will come to an end
Knowing we are living in a world of sin
An aborted world to live in
God only knows if peace is within
No hopes of happiness
Just to wake every day in sadness
Why is my heart always in pain?
Need to realize:we have not a thing to gain
This is not a way to live
Knowing there is love, not all anger to give
People of madness and killing
Pray for our world of healing
Make a perfect world out of make believe
Stop the war, the fighting, for all to see

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