I Pray For Tomorrow Poem by Unic Cjonr

I am inside my outer, the outside is the inner, inferno of ice. Becoming less, I do my best, I am witness next to the killing of what remains left of the rest, you, are certainly not my test. Judged by the society of greed, who only feeds with them, hunger for the rich is the need. Weak to the mind, gold belongs to the earth, oil the black to your teeth, sleaze thief. Armageddon belongs to the quake, turmoil will rise the tides, torrents by tyrants of the Neptune tenners, songs offshore will crash the bones of the living dead. Cries of sorrow will not be heard today, I pray, not for you, but for tomorrow.