You are not our pretty world anymore Because nothing indicates that we live In this world other than strange and Weird things like genocides and human Sufferings amid a crazy world of ours, We don't understand anymore what's going On around us because we're totally in Great oblivion and in great dizziness
In the cray images of our current world, Our world is stealing our pretty dreams By its permanent and everlasting pains And sufferings anytime and everywhere, All around us does not tell that something Pretty or good is coming towards us in Any shape or in any form good or bad, but We can tell our world to go to bed and Never get up for ever and ever.
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