How cruel would someone have to be,
To be intolerant of beauty.
To rip it to shreds,
With one's bare hands.
To tear apart,
To muffle an innocent heart.
What has the world come to?
If it can't find better to do,
But does what do most,
Kill in the name of Sparagmos.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
