A World

by your loving sistertwin   Mar 12, 2007


Wasteful thoughts of mortal souls,
burn the world like blood-soaked coals.
The thoughts of each body filling night,
full of screams and wrongful sight.
What you think and label ways,
are wrong from all the wicked days.
The worlds kills and tortures life,
as all the days end with strife.

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