the end of the end

corrupt

this society

a new generation

the future

destroyed

 

sinners

judging nature

for the same sins

they create

hypocrite

 

unstable

pressure rising

thoughts provoking

breathing slowing

dead.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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