i look down at the broken earth, the world filled with sorrow and grief, hatred and anger; the world that i hate. i am so small in a world like this, so insignificant compared to the billions, my neck hurts but all i can do it look down, for it is better to look upon this beaten earth, than to stare straight into the face of hell.
this is another two part poem! i'll post the next part later this week or next week. hope you enjoy!