The world is but a prison, harsh and cruel.
It has two very different wardens,
Life, and Death.
The first of which is cruel, and the second is kind.
Millions of guards watch over it,
Guards including disease, and emotions.
Inmates are the inhabitants of the planet,
They have no chance of escaping.
We have no chance.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
The world is but a prison, harsh and cruel.
It has two very different wardens,
Life, and Death.
The first of which is cruel, and the second is kind.
Millions of guards watch over it,
Guards including disease, and emotions.
Inmates are the inhabitants of the planet,
They have no chance of escaping.
We have no chance.
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