The World Poem by chucky saint

The World



This world is dead
like when you eat lead
Why are we alive?
just to be put aside?
this is one huge game
you can't even call it lame
evryone has a part to play
and everyone has there say
what will happen when it's over?
Not even i know the anser to that!

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