What's the world's story?
As a whole it's too goryCrimes, fights, murders they are everyday usual
Wars and battles they are somewhat seasonalBut don't you think it's made of infinity many tales
Each person's having its own placeBut they all do have a pattern
Too easy to guess what's gonna happenThere are those awe-full and inspiring ones
They start from scratch but someday big they becomeThen there are the ones full of failures and waste
Unheard but they are still thereThat's not all
The world's a big place after allThere are those of vengeance
The thirst for revenge can drive someone crazyMakes her do something we all hail
That also turns into a taleThere are ones of faith
They are of good and badThe faith of Goad can turn a man into a terrorist
And the same faith can make him into a priestBut alas the concept of good and bad
Is made by man after allCause there were atrocities done by the holy priests too....
Then there are the ones of heartbreak and sorrow
When our loved ones leave us aloneThey go away never to come back
And finally you understand...The things that meant a lot to you
Was nothing to them at allThen finally there's the one of life
Each one has the same end and that's death.And that's the world's story
The same pattern again and again nothing's changed...-Tan
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My Anthology
PuisiA lot of thoughts come up in my mind I try to rhyme them and here's what I end up with...