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Author: Tesserakt
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Angst - Published: 08-29-04 - Updated: 08-29-04 - id:1706618
Peace for the world,
go on saying the nonsense,
maybe someonw would,
believe the gibberish.
The world is on fire,
can't you see?
nothing to do but burn in the ire,
don't go and call me free.
Flames all around,
sort of hot round here,
flames in the people, flames in the ground,
don't even let you shed a tear.
Sure we haven't finished burning,
some say we can still win
hands of flame on clock keep turning,
nothing to do, es el fin.
Do you believe in hell?
I see it around me
but don't worry, all is well,
for the demons dancing with glee.
Demons and aliens, what's the need?
we're our greatest enemy,
evil isn't only a seed,
it's a full expanse of greenery.
Take a match and join the dance,
burn the world down,
by doing that peaceful stance,
you just look like a clown.
Burn, burn, and burn again,
set yourself on hellfire,
we're all damned to the same,
to burn, burn in the ire.


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