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for the dead world


I am seen by this world
 When I was baby and walked
Till now it reared me up well,
Though I have seen many a thing, dubious
And faced many situations difficult
In this world of lies, life is a hell
As I see every day truth to die
And many a life to go meaningless
Without a word, with out a fight against evils
And for this very reason
I see this world is dead
Yet I hope
 My next part of my life
 Would be nice and fine
In the battle field
Fighting out the odds
For me and the dead world
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