A really short poem I wrote about the world.
|I know this poem is really short.
The world is a conflagration that will never meet its restoration and it's because of the human race they treat it with such disgrace.
With the confiscation of the worlds fascination we will meet rustication.
It asked us one thing, to listen to the stipulation treat it like a reservation, but we disobeyed the laws and now we will meet true concession.