A poem I wrote while I was sitting...bored.
The world desires a tommorow,
Yet people still fight each day
Fighting against their prey
And they, then drown in their own sorrow.
People search for peace,
the thing that can only be gained
when we can remain sustained
but that would still take time to cease
When the world's wounds will be mended,
People will start to celebrate,
with their friends they will commemorate,
That would be great if it never ended.
(Oh, and if you wanna see more description on what it's about: Poem in Arena)
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"What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumbled swiftly into dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh!"