It's A Cold World.

i got to ride this world like a demon,
scream it out breathless,
ooh its a bad wild torture,
a midpoint of heaven and hell life,
you act hell to live like heaven,
or be like heaven and live hell,
but whats my call anyway,
this test hole we all are in,
i guess it was meant to be hell,
or wait, it was paradise turned hell.
so how about we blow up hell,
and make a hell out of it,
its not home after all,
rise up creatures of earth,
its a cold world, lets light it up,
lets sing a song, and let the flames dance.

by Njonge Julius

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A great start with a nice poem, Njonge. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks