Poetry Poetry don't you dare tell

This cruel world

I don't know about this world...

This cruel world...

Where people die everyday and people pray...

I hope there's not a day to die in vein...

Where some people pay to get there way...

Religion and hope...

Devotion and dope...

To soon come across there Isle of meth and pott...

Where writers come across there own idea of a plot...

People die everyday...

They choose to die in vein...

There life if filled up...

But they don't give a fuck.