Insane

The worlds coming to an end.
Everyone is arguing and killing at no end.
Death here and there, hatered everywhere
Only tears and fears to bare.
Were all in a glass bowl.
Going around in circles for years,
Adding on to these, constant fears.
Loving, and fighting day after day.
Thinking of ways to stay or not to stay sane
If everyone remembered why everyone was here,
maybe we would all me sane, and not live in fear