• The Designer of this world,
    Knew of the chaos to come,
    Before he even created it,
    His originality,
    Drew out many aspects,
    of hate and depression,
    Fighting, War
    Shootings,Rape
    This world is just a Fantastic screw up
    People try to make it better
    but in the end no one can do anything
    Hell On A Fragile Earth
    Balls and chains
    Everyone is in shackles
    No freedom, No Love, No Tactics,
    The Only Expression is hate
    People's Curiosity and Commitment,
    have now got the
    trying to clean up the world,
    But It's too late Now.
    The awkwardness of this passing,
    Is getting no where fast.
    Perfect world, World Peace
    It'll never happen.
    The likeness of this happening
    Are slim to none.
    There's no such thing as perfect,
    Peace, I'll let it slide
    But the world is just one huge mess up right now.
    Nothing on earth can fix this.
    This unholy, tainted world.
    So people do what they can every day,
    To just make there world,
    There lives,
    Perfect.