Magnificent small island
This world to some
Cruel and beautiful
Believe or not a man
When in love with his defeat.
Love suddenly became red
The true colour of cruel world
It feels bad for a bird to be so green
Yet it is beautiful to the eyes
Invisible heart of the earth extinguishers.
Living has became an agenda
Survival of the fittest
Testimony spread across the United
Tears of Gods shower like a rain
The heart bleeds.
Universe moaning in pain
Expressing greater grief
We live in defeat and sorrow
Unhappiness rules
Becomes a live and die hard.
as it is the same true color of being
that has now emerged.
What corridor of gloom
The light looks forward to darkness
Darkness feels amazing
The referral program with bonuses
The window tells the direction to go forward.
No matter how holiest
You can do the same task over again
Just like the second name is blossom
The hope flies through the narrow
The new world we lives in.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
My pen writes always.