Bleeding Sky
The wind is a messenger,
Who preach the world all over,
But human not even once never,
Listen which lead our world with anger,
The future is getting colder,
While our minds is getting weaker,
Our present will not be better,
Unless we start all over
Lies fall form our mouths,
Tears comes out our eyes,
A curse of our mind,
A sun from a bleeding sky,
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