The world;
Oh cruel, nasty man,
look what you've made of it.
Your discriminating evil clan,
like always has betrayed it.
I dont see any truths.
All you've left is lies.
Greed and hate everywhere,
all sinners in my eyes.
Can you hear,
Oh filthy man,
the wails of the widows?
You torment the nature from jan to jan,
nibbling the earth like vultures and crows.
I try to avoid stepping on your dirt,
but all I get is hurt.
This is all your doing.
There's no option of undoing.
Do you understand,
you vile man,
the tales of your wrongs?
You are me and I'm are the man,
to whom all these sins belong.
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