Our illness
How will we know when the world is at peace?
Will the grass over grow the dead?
Will beauty grow once again from beneath the tired ground that our feet rest upon?
The world is troubled with forced division.
The forests have burnt for tactics and the waters in poisoned in technique.
Who will stop the corrupt when all eyes are blind to their Demonic structure of terror and greed?
When again will the free lands hold free people and free creatures?
The birds have begun to sing songs of evil as the world turns cold.
 How can it go back to the way it was? Even the stars have become afraid of the dark.
The great mountains no longer stand with the pride they once had, for they look over a dying land.
As the ageing years take of our earth take their toll, hope of peace beings to fade for man has created his own end.
We are on a journey into oblivion, led by the wolves.
They’ve gave you a consuming illness, where you unknowingly signed natures divorce.
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Thanks man, it's an opening to a Noval I'm writing if you'd be interested in that:)?
If you take the time to read this then Thankyou but could you rate it and give me a comment so I can improve? Don't mind brutal comments, everything helps :)!Â