I dream of days to come
of sweet irony and silent screaming
it would be as if the world was dying
crying in pain and anguish
agony and destruction
losing all hope and faith
having nothing to believe in
not knowing what to expect
ending all peace and justice
therefore no rules or understanding
complete and utter darkness
oblivious silence
frozen into a hellish mess
 
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