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Fractured dream ( 196 Views)
written by : Lwando
God, my world is so pale,
How long can man endure this pain?
Men have become so frail,
All we now gain is fatal pleasures.
Through time man shall perish.
My mouth will be stripped of my hands,
and my voice will never echoe in the hearts of the doomed, man.
A deep solemnity has fallen to man,
Each face contracted in painful intensity,
Mouths are agape in excruciating awe.
What can man do against such reckless hate,
that constantly grows uncontrolablly?
What hope do we have when it has forsaken this world?
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For those whose heads are buried into the sand of oblivion employed rope to hang high hope and marvel at the moans and groans tattered lips. writen by Marota
