Bleackest Day
Blackest days
Burning nights
A world turned crazy
A life gone bad.
Could it be better?
Could it be worse?
A knife flashes
A man lies dead
A life-long dream
Destroyed in a moment.
Sickness runs rampant
A child cries for milk
the sun, only a hazy memory
Terror a way of life.
Is there hope for us
In this world so small
Is there a chance
Even just one?
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