The world is fake
Your words are fake
The sword is fake
You move to wake
What’s god’s sake
Life goes on and on and there is no brake to stop this world to shake
Knife sharp and curved and it never break apart when it’s at its great
Life at its best is enjoyed with a smile but it always quake
Knife is metal strong and it shines to kill but hard to make
Life full of circumstances and humans are the ones to take
Knife full of power to erase bodies and more souls to make
Life with fakes makes more blood flowing like a lake
Knife as a toy makes a clear safety yet teaches evil
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Author:
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