The world isn't perfect
We fall and wish
That we can have a better end
And when we ask
We fall apart
And we all have a part
Of the world we have
We destroy it
Then we understand
But the way we are all ok
With killing our king
But when other do
We call them monsters and thieves
And then they kill more just to feel alive
Is this the way we live
And the way we will die
We self-destruct
But don't know that is us killing our children's lives
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Life and Death
PoetryThis is a series of short poems that I wrote. Hope u enjoy and tag me if you copy, thanks.
