Man kind

by the lost mind   Dec 27, 2006


Society is crashing
humanity is thrashing
people are trying to live
but no one know how to give
destruction is dawning
demons are spawning
in this perfect world
Typhoons going on a whirl
love can't live here
there is to much fear
no more food for the people
everyone is feeble

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