Darkness
Darkness fills the sky
streets full of death
as I try to hide
to save my weary soul
What has it come to
when other's lives don't matter
when all they want
is the next best thing
Can this be the future
What we want others to remember
Has the human soul become
Black as the devil's
Has the world deteriorated so much
that death and destruction
are a language
and a way of life
Will they stop
this endless repeat of the past
year after year
decade after decade
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