Written on - 23 October 2022
Published on - 30 October 2022When the sun goes down,
the night is filled with cries.
It regrets but never learns,
fails but never tries.Coexistence vanishes in air,
like dry ice.
Killers walk on their runway,
their hunger ;no amount of blood can ever suffice.Eagles make a vicious pet,
and a perfect cleaner of crimes.
Down goes the world,
into the dark, dark abyss.🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃
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