A World With Out Peace
A world with out peace
Come what may; but it's all the same, the dismay,
the caios, the war among men. The innocent suffer,
the bad conquer, blood shed, the weak run, the
strong fight.
The Earth tainted by greed and envy, the human
race is a vessel of self destruction, as much as we fix
we destroy twice as much.
We are like lost little lambs sent to the slaughter" as long
there are battles the war will never end. Power is the
abomination of all... for all seek power to control...
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