The wall once the prophet wrote at dawn
Is cracked as time consume the wall
The sunlight seam the relic of the past
As mankind forgo their ancient teaching
The past will be my epitaph
As i wandering around the cracked wall
Wondering how i would not crying
After witnessing the end of the time
Mandkind is blessed by god, yet they forgo the lord
They gifted with intelligence, yet they still act foolishly
Between the iron gate of fate
Mankind reap what they sow
Knowledge is nothing but a myth
Forsaken for the sake of worldly joy
Now here lies the old world
Where the prophet once wrote at dawn
Now im alone in here, no one would come
Abandoned by everything i love and care
The causality mankind create is doomed
Now this fate will be my Epitaph
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Nothing is Written : a poem collection
ПоезіяPoetry is a form of literature everyone know about, it is one of many ways to pour out our thoughts on the media literature. this poetry collection is my side work during my empty time, created out of necessity to pour out my heart and mind into a c...
