Cruel, not the world is
But we humans are
Indeed
Lost, we have been
Since the men in suits, ruined our minds
Worst, need not to call everyone
But the ones, destroys innocents' life
Laps, we run
For a thousand miles
O' My Lord!
Lead me back to thee
And I'm pleasing for all
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
