Illusion Poem by tyrone allen

I need no title to explain this poem.

The words that i will write needs no headline. Dont talk or think of the past. this is the year of 2008 where nobody cares not even god can make them fear.

The slower you walk, the faster you will died. The faster you walk, the longer you died.

Today somebody will died. And not knowing who or where, but he or she will died in a horrible way.

I hope this wont happen. But i'am powerless to stop it.

You might ask, how do i know of this. The truth is, this is 2008 where nobody cares not even god can make them fear.

Do not get worried, get blessed and quick.

I will end this short poem, with the ones who are about to died say this until it happen.

This is 2008 where nobody cares not even god can make them fear. My life is sheep and people are wolf.

I close my eyes but do not look. My life is ending as i hold this book. I will miss the things that i have and regret the things that i took.