What Does It Mean?

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If I waited a thousand years then what would become of fate,

                Leaving the world of burning death and just leaving it in this state.

                The world of beautiful and fragile things,

                Or the world with death as its sting.

                I wish neither of these to come true,

                But it's exactly what us humans do.

               

                If people were to take the sword that takes us down,

                Then no one in the world would have a frown.

                But I say no sir we need that sword,

                Or mass destruction and hate would become of this world.

                If I were to say the word, Hope

                What would you think of and how would you cope?

                Because the world doesn't believe in that word anymore.

                From then till evermore.