Tue, 09/09/2014 - 14:57 -- ecimase

A world of desire,

Outlined by greed

Full of good and cold liars

Unable to break free

Is there purpose to life

Should I keep going on

In this world, full of strife

For a companion, I long

Why bother to try

When all of us shall die

For the few I do save

Thousands more meet their grave

All I can know and tell

Though it may not end well

My own soul, I would quickly sell

Goodnight, world, for now I retire


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