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This is a poem I made when thinking of the world being perfect & realised its impossible. |
| Crowds gather in hope, gazing as the illusion unfolds into something amazing. They see a whole New World, A world of promise and peace. No suffering ever thought of, No poverty ever existed. The beggars beg for forgiveness; the rich are only rich at heart. The animals never were caged; All species are part of their own. Though happiness was a necessity Melancholy stalked the land. Looking for a body to plant on: Everyone could become the victim. When it found its prey Suicide was intimate. The land once named 'Perfect' Became shaken by evil. One incident, one curse murders all standing upon. All that is left is humans. |