The Tears Of Human Race - Poem by Great Emeritus
This world was lost,
ah, i have made myself a tribe out of my true affections.
This world, that have shattered our lives, and cut off our days
rendering us blind to see the sun rays
but, i have learned to look on nature, to feel the tears of human race
the self-defeating thoughts
the undying pleasures
where, in this life that great agony abound
where nature becomes ecologically unsound
i believe this race shall never ruin me
it shall never ruin, even me.
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