The world is full of remorse,
yet after performing my chores,
everyone wants to enforce,
people are obsessed to impose,
no one's really close,
all of the ones are foes,
One of them always rose,
then was brought into oblivion,
forgotten ones are more than a million,
as cold blooded as the reptillian,
the so called mighty world is fake,
people have more flavors than a cake,
people aren't as clear and pure as a lake,
there is always an illusion,
no specific solution,
they have several layers,
no devout prayers.
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Cynical Reality
PoetryA couple of poems about the depth and the darkness of this unpredictable, melancholic world.
