The world is spoiled with cruelty and greed.
This planet littered with the poisoned seed.
There's nothing left except the empty hollow.
There's nothing left that ever worth to follow.
We used to have a beautiful deep soul
But love just doesn't live there anymore.
Look what we have now – wars and blood.
The pain and grief becomes our primal part.
The world of victims, judges and tyrants.
We're living on the dying islands.
The islands, we destroyed years ago.
The empty islands, called a human soul.
Scorched earth will never be fertile again.
We really failed. We doomed. What can I tell…
Right now – there isn't something we can do.
I'm waiting for the ending. Aren't you?
P.S. I got no life to live, No story to tell,
No love to give, Send me back to hell.
No reason to feel, No truth to say,
This world ain't real, I'm not gonna stay.
In anticipation of the End
© Copyright: Светлана Белевцова, 2011
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