The flower of evil
Is blooming at night.
Its blooming in hearts
And consumes all the light.
This smell is so appealing,
Gives birth to the feelings,
The feelings of dark color
Which fights people's valor.
The darkness is coming?
It has came yesterday?
I lost all the deaming,
I can't see the way.
The world's quickly changing,
And not for the better.
I can see no mornings,
And writing this letter.
We're busy forgetting
The good and the kind
And welcome the evil...
We all will be blind.
The anger is burning,
The cycle is turning.
We lost all the trust
And the future is dust.
Evil is blooming...
© Copyright: Эльза Фалькон, 2016
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