The whole world is burning down with calamity and pain.
I can't take it no more.
I'm going insane.
Try to blame it all away until I'm lost in the flame.
No one seems to give a damn that the truth has been slain!
A million different voices all screaming it out.
Everyone begs to differ and shut it all out.
Smoke and ash cloud the skyline, bleeding into the lungs.
Why should anyone give a damn when the death bell has sung?
Corruption and hatred clawing at the brain.
Scewing the truth until there is everything to blame.
And no one seems to care that the world's gone insane.
Just blame it all away until it's lost in the flame.
Author Note:
This poem is a response to all the craziness I've witnessed. Take it how you will. Point blank, I'm just tired and a bit frustrated.
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