A keresés eredménye

The Desperate Poem

For those who are born in wrong time
And place
There ain't no place to escape
We're bound to the planet called ''Earth''
In despair we're waiting for the salvation
No
We're waiting for the ''bitter end''
 
We shall perish in bottom of despair
We may crush to death in an apartment that lacks of material
We may get raped and thrown to forest, our dead bodies
As we all may see ourselves begging for help while our houses getting burned
Just so, our flesh may melt in flames whilst we shriek for help