Big black tears

Don't you know 

We let you go

So you could forever flow

The eternity 

It's killing me

Too late to turn away

No matter where we sway

We come here, always

Back to the tasteful music

And the lonely cubic flowers

They stopped their dancing rhythm

Forever still and withered 

And I know, sometimes it differs

Once you say your prayers

Before the corrupt statues

You weep and scream, "It's painful"

No wisdom comes without pain

 The statues sing forever

And when the clouds turn away

Like the moon did to the stars

You'll see eternal darkness

In its silent form comes chaos.

This day, like any other

Is dark, cold and slight

Then you run away forever

Like the rest of mankind

They never knew the treasures

Or the lonely cubic flowers

And the tasteful tasteful music

Or the stories told by sunlight

Or when the starts first appeared,

Shining bright on earth's field

The things they at first admired

Now mere cold decorations

It's now or never ever

When you bring death together

With the dark tall lights

And lonely nights

And the big black box

That runs on big black tears

Although everyone fears

One day, They'll become killers

Running around on wheels

With the big black tears

This poem is about: 
Our world
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