When you walk along the road,
You can see so many things,
Love in the face but darkness shadowed,
Each has their own story of stabbings;
We are busy in making money,
We don't care about other's feelings,
We hurt them to make funny,
We are living from other's endings;
We made ourselves cruel,
But we are not born that way,
Soon it will become habitual,
We will be forced to slay;
The end is not happy and well,
We all are going to suffer and perish,
Soon the world will become dark and hell,
Only few will dominate and cherish
©scarto
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