I never pictured my death like this
Who knew this shitty country
Would be the end of me
If only many people were wise
And thought of their consequences
Thanks to them, many innocent people die
Everyone is mentally exhausted
They just can't take it anymore
I wonder why humanity is like that
Is this why humans were made?
To kill each other?
And downgrade others?
Is this why America was made?
To ignore the wise?
And give pride to the ignorant?
If this is what the world has become
I'd rather live in the sky
Covered in shining stars
Letting the breeze take me away
And never come back to this filthy world
I'd rather leave
Than to die slowly here
And with this last poem, I say
Goodbye to this filthy world
It's time for me to go to paradise
And leave without a word
Goodbye my stars
I'll meet you all in paradise soon
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