THE CRUEL WORLD
Why cant the quest for greater good be at the top of our priorities?
Why do we permit ourselves to raise the merciless fires of tartarus?
Why do we allow the demon within us to seem so uncontrollably out of hands of us?
Why does the paltry route to hell seem so appealing?
Why does it not matter that the ultimate destination is morally demeaning?
Why do we engage in a blind chase for what we seek?
Why do we seem blind to see the light that glows so meek?
The existence of these unanswered questions make the world burn
We are presenting the world to god in a cold, dark urn
Living in a sphere where cruelty exists like a plaguing disease
People slip into dark depths off of this slimy grease
The planet has become a battlefield where only the cruelest survive
The others perish into an unknown sphere no matter how hard they strive
If only we could look back to see where it all went awry
Into a time where a man doesn't wipe somebody's tears but lays more reasons to cry
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