Death Of Peace
Perfection wasn't in demand,
Elimination of the weak was in command.
And no one knew how to explain,
Certainly all were uncertain.
Everywhere nothing was at ease.
This is what,
We call the death of peace.
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Sweetly Bitter ✔
Poetry"I don't like to hold back, because that's how you hurt yourself." -Chester Bennington "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity." - William Wordsworth, from Preface to Lyr...
