Born into a malignant world
How cannot ones eyes not see
Suffering of the ones who live
Pain is not what life should be
We die from abuse
We die from neglect
We die from all the pain
Where is god when we need him?
to keep us from going insane
Perhaps we are just manikins
Controlled by our masochistic minds
Maybe our lives are on a big screen
When hes in need of killing time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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