Why are we born into this world?
Why must we live through this world?
Filled with death of innocence,
Why did he put us here in this world?
To live horrible lives, why must we live through hell?
To go to heaven, this world we live in is just the
Beginning but not the end, it’s an endless waste land
of death and prosperity, why, why, why?
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Words To No One
PoetryThese are just poems that I have written for years now, but never was able to publish until now. I was in fear of what expressions they would bring to others, but I soon realized it didn't matter because they were words to no one.
