Slain
Sometimes I cry,
as the whole world
engulfs into flames
remorseful eyes can't cry
so they glance enviously
Sometimes I cry,
when a shooting star
births a raging comet
that spilled this vodka
all over my remains
Sometimes I can't cry,
When the world turns
it's back on the suffering
that so many had endured
turning their souls to dust
Now you can cry,
As your mother's ashes
is poured in the sea
of strife to be consumed
by the forces of despair
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