Worst Days Of Life Are Making Better Days. Poem by maxpoet beauty

Worst days of life are making better days.
Worst days of life,
My vicissitudes to misery,
I was brought up with a lot of discipline,
I must admit,
Blessing is from a King,
That many are wasting the young,
Saying that life is all fair,
I can imagine,
That fortune that was rather stolen from us,
I can imagine,
This is all their propaganda,
Thinking that these are their Evil Deeds,
Still I can never Believe,

Worst days of life,
There is nothing that you can do to them,
The Felonious Capers,
I knew that they do this and that,
I feel like I should disappear all in the darkest night,
For these people are so Cruel in Ruin's,
I think that I can see them all,
All of them are a Distraction to Humanity,
Their religion is to make the young suffer,
They think power and money,
These are the Worst Days of Life,
Still doing bad in secret,
Ruin's after ruin's is all I can see within my eyes,
They say good,
All they do is evil and all unfair,
Surely life's all unfair.