The Truth
The world which have beautiful things,
Yet they can't see them because
They are been blind by snake's venom.
The world which created by love,
Yet they can't see it because
Their eyes are covered by dragon's smoke.
The world is dying.
The world is bleeding.
The world is crying tears of blood.
This is the truth.
The world which created to enjoy in it,
Yet they bring pain to it.
The world which created for them
To live together as one,
Yet they hate each other because
Of their different skin colour.
This world is dying.
This world is bleeding.
This world is crying tears of blood.
This is the truth.
The one who created them,
He love them so much,
Yet they curse him.
There is one God,
Yet they pray many gods.
This world is dying.
This world is bleeding.
This world is crying tears of blood.
This is the truth.
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