War.
A series of mass destruction
One that takes away a precious life,
One that breaks the fragile heart.
Hate.
A word so strong we dare not use,
That tears away our bonds,
And fogs the thinking of our minds.
Chaos.
An act caused by our vengeful ways.
We have non to blame but ourselves
For all the ashes that lay.
For life is just a beautiful lie,
Woven to meet our fantasies,
The wise man once said,
But He is tearing a hole in our hypnosis,
And laughs as he presents,
The painful truth we know as Death.
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Words for the Soul
PoetryJust an aspiring writer trying to share her thoughts with the world. Hope you like it✌️
