Our World
Our world, born in it
Was made for us to accept
Forced on us, intimidating
Too late we will get
To know that there sit
No freedom in it, living
What a world! recycle
Everything in it is our daily
Chore. Nothing is new, impossible
But amending and tackling surely
Continue life cycle
Nevertheless, peace unreachable
Killing, deceiving, bloodletting, our world
Is; nowhere to escape but to the arms
Of the enemies, gods and goddesses
One more villainous than another, the swarms
of killler insects, color red and bloodless
but bloodlust, they own earth to endlessly whirl
Was made for us to accept
Forced on us, intimidating
Too late we will get
To know that there sit
No freedom in it, living
What a world! recycle
Everything in it is our daily
Chore. Nothing is new, impossible
But amending and tackling surely
Continue life cycle
Nevertheless, peace unreachable
Killing, deceiving, bloodletting, our world
Is; nowhere to escape but to the arms
Of the enemies, gods and goddesses
One more villainous than another, the swarms
of killler insects, color red and bloodless
but bloodlust, they own earth to endlessly whirl
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