It was the end of an annum
Don’t Care
Frightening every soul
Innocents deprived of life
Success became unknown
Horrible pace for sure
Hurriedly souls escaped
The myth finalized
Assassinated by their owns
Voices were suppressed
Don’t Care
Scorching Sun was freezed
Tempting era came to end
Wounds preoccupied the hearts
Perplex between Guilt and Anger
Life was more than miserable- almost rubbish
Even thou- Devils were pardoned
Urban Decay Kits were valued than souls
Starbucks meant more than rivers of blood
No just for beggars- yet for emperors
