Hatrid

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Time is over
No one cares
People looking
Some with glares

Anger war
Hatrid fear
Drugs alcohol
Games with beer

The world is changing
All around
And we must lift
This foggy cloud

Moonlight glistens
The sun does not
The road to Hell
Is in your thoughts

The smell of hate
Is in the air
Along with death
And war dispare

If we can lift
This foggy cloud
Then the world
Will turn around





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Emilyco3 said...
Nov. 8, 2008 at 4:16 pm
it's okay
 
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