Chances are made for those who are worthy

Death is coming and all are doomed 

A hopeful leaflet trying to sprout early

Becomes a savior flower ready to bloom 

Believe in it to open your eyes

It will save you from your demise 

Laugh at it and you will see

There is no help and you have no destiny

This poem is about: 
Our world


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