It seems as if the day will be just fine,
Then comes out all the things that we don't seek.
Now it's as if life just ran out of time
And now things look so down and bad and bleak.
Nothing will work, things come up to and end.
Wars, death, and pain and torturous strain stand aground.
They laugh in glee for all the pains they send
Then the search for any hope that can be found.
From strain and stress, unwillingness, came hope.
They slipped it in, sudden, quick and quite slick.
We see what's wrote and seem quite able to cope.
They grin and laugh with evils wrath. Another trick.
Tortures pleasure be it wimp or fighters.
This is all that occurs while with writers.
I think writers have it hard, they have to write about the story and not put their input into the article. Trying to find the good in both situations instead of just jumping to the conclusions.
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