the days grow cold,longer.
the dark is haunting,
nights await the sun's return.
there is confort now.
light and warmth await the sun.
many days have come and gone.
pantrys and shelves empty,
children hungry.
stores are closed,their doors boarded.
praying is non else than a wasted wish.
angry people in the street,
hungry hot heads seeking cigerettes,
bad people wanting beer.
hate,anger,fear,mob mentality want you.
what you have they take as theirs.
wealth and position avail you not.
your house cold,
your efforts in vain,
your crying sickens me.
it's y2k,soon you die.
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