Mingling in the jovial mood
Have come so far,
Where peace in risk
Life has been tar.
Nowhere peace & nowhere shy,
Have some reason to make it cry.
Before a moment it was there,
Everyone is in trench it has been rare.
Finding peace becomes so stiff,
Everyone is in a maze life like a riff.
Nowhere to escape nothing to lie,
Eternal sleep moves when you die.
Peace is in there
Under ground or in ash,
Everyone is happy
Everyone it has.
Come so fast & live long last,
Leaving the world living into dust.
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