The World

by Rattlehead   Apr 10, 2007


Hatred and anger fill the world
Nothing can stop it
There shall be no peace
Until the final hour is at hand
The pureness of the human heart
Is slowly fading away
War spreads across the world
Like a disease without a cure
Corrupted is the world
Ruled by fake leaders
With clouded minds
And blinded eyes yet to see
What this world could truly be
Earth was to be there heaven
But they turned it to hell

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