• Come and sit with me as I say this rhyme
    In a dream world, there is nothing called hate
    Yet, there it is, killing from time to time.
    It just destroys us; Is it just out fate?
    There’s a little monster hidden in the shade.
    It’s arrogant, ignorant, and absurd.
    When it plays, no one can come to your aid.
    It kills slowly without even a word.
    Time heals all wounds, but why does this scar last?
    It is said that it is just human nature’d
    Can no one be delivered from the blast?
    It seems peace can no longer be assured.
    1111111111Pandora opened the box, hope inside.
    1111111111Until the monster dies, we must abide.