Untitled VW

I'm watching with my cold eyes
How were all those innocents died
Even your sound your look makes me disgust
About what you tried to threaten
and it will never end
I just cry for the paper I have'nt paid
I received with granted
It's nothing just a warm-heart
To the kinds who should be ode

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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