It's not a whole poem, i wrote only this. I'll continue, if you like it
"Who said that world is best,
no reasons for this phrase.
I'd use the things to make them good
but there's no the rest.
the rest is good, is nicest thing
but our time baddest.
The time is bad for me and you
to make the people best.
No more the nature no more the sky.
The people killed these things, The things by god, who made this world with puprose..."
To be continued, depends on you guys...
