Tell Me, What's Wrong With This Picture
It seems unto myself such a great as horrible tragedy
When children awaken unto a world of pain and sorrows
Yet while we gaze about her globe; everyday, amid everyway
Everywhere their tender newborn hearts; these eyes all they find ?
Hard to fathom the totality mere words could never describe; beastiality
Beyound surreal an entire planet, engulfed of purity's evils ? It's wickedness....
So called leaders, rulers, serving darkness innocent babies ever cast; into your pyre.
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