Maybe the sun won't rise tomorrow
And people will be sick
From feeling safe
And maybe the world will flip
I'm almost sure it would be alright
If everyone just took a little step back
And admired the great disaster that has fallen down on us
Cause tragedies attack every night
And my soul keeps shouting out profanities in my mind
It has come to the conclusion that everything is pointless
And somehow that is not right
So today I thank the sun for rising
And tonight I kiss the moon
For I believe
Or at least I try
To think that tomorrow will just have to be alright
Even though in the end,
Everybody dies.
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Deadly - Poetry
شِعر/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
