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May 6
If the world was to perish,
I would gladly watch it burn.
As the burning fire scorches and leaves no one behind.
Maybe that would be the solution and a mercy for all mankind

They say death is the worst of evils,
but there is one thing that's worse.
Nursing your children to bed as the bombs begin to burst.

Only a few seconds and everything is gone.
A whole family torn apart for a promise of your safety and any excuse for war.

As the blood begins to dry and time goes swiftly by.
The blood that was once shed becomes old tales for people who don't reflect.
Compassion is lost on those who don't reflect.
Written by
Sarah  21/F/Sweden
(21/F/Sweden)   
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