Couldn't feel my happiness
Without tinge of sadness
Find I couldn't winning
Unless something to lose
:i live on outside
The war sought peace
Peace was becoming boring
Hitler won't be remebered
If the world vanished
: living celebrating the death
Cotradiction should be losing
Isms would have vanished
Countless were the living
Counted were dead bodies
:Medals of a country
The good is conceptual
The bad is charming
Life necessity for one
Becomes summer's sour grapes
:For one of ourself
We cripple in goodness
Without moons having craters
Perfection is too much
Without some tragic memories
:songs of Dante's hell
©zennezzen
Z