Look at the reddened sky
Burdened by countless eyes
Searching a meaning
With thousands of Why’s
Look back
Past mocks with such knack
About milestones of sins
With guilt in a sack
Future is still a haze
Fixed upon a board with pins of craze
Which eventually burn out
Another nameless phase
Now the road bends
Scarred by timeless trends
Stealing its last breathe
And at last it will just – END!
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