Everything will be...

Died the whole world.
In our hearts cold.
Now all will
Very not good.
All each other something
Will take and will steal.
Just have to waiting.
But one day
All will be well.
For life we will not pay.
We not be knocking on heaven, fear of hell.
Now we are evil.
For us rejoice the Devil.
And in general, whether in the us sense?
What do people wants?
We build, but then destroyed.
There vices we enjoyed.
No one wants anything.
Just throw yourself in the ring.


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This isn't English. It's Russian using English words.

Тургут Элл-Макбак   26.11.2016 23:15     Заявить о нарушении
I tried as best I could.

Гратия Мэйор   27.11.2016 07:16   Заявить о нарушении
It takes a lot to write poetry in a language that's not your native tongue. A mastery of that language is a start, but it's a long road from there to writing poetry.

Тургут Элл-Макбак   27.11.2016 09:11   Заявить о нарушении
I know I'm no good with poetry. But I'm only 16. However, in English I write still, probably not worth it.

Гратия Мэйор   27.11.2016 13:42   Заявить о нарушении