Walking through the garden of imagination,
Swimming through the ocean of words.

As I dive deep,
I am surrounded with pure darkness, with pure hate.

I hear whispers filled with detest.
My words turn fragile, as I try to comfort myself.
Covered by the dark clouds of despair,
The city of dreams turned into dust of revulsion.

War is a requisite.
Destruction is a daily affair.
You kill for gratification.

These lives do not hold any meaning in this world.
Reality is perplexed.
You are swamped in your life.
Fatal words are covered in blood of innocence.

Am I next?

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