Are just few parts of this hell called life,
Life is just an empty shell, waiting to be filled,
With sorrowful emotions, to torture us,
Life use to be sanctuary, once upon a time,
Filled with joy, peace, harmony and enlightenment,
But greed, war, politics, pollution and power,
The modern creations, have made life pointless.
So this torture called life remains to this day,
Crushing the dreams, of many a soul,
I wish for all life, to be in harmony,
But by life, as usual, my dreams were crushed.
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