EVERYTHING SEEMS GOING THE WRONG WAY
Everything seems going
In the wrong way-.
And I am helpless before this.
Going with the flow,
Means accepting
Pain, Old Age, Death, Cruel Destruction.
Why should I willingly go
Where I’ll hate to be?
How can I find a way out
when I do not know how
to begin to resist?
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