The World's Thoughts

On a Dark, Dreary Day
I look out of the glistening window
And I can hear what the World has to say

The World's tears are falling
The loud shouts of anger can be heard calling
Then nothing can be seen. The haze
Shows that it is one of the World's confused days

The spirits are seen trudging through the mud
Their faces are covered by a hood
They sweep up the World's blood
And the tears that have created a flood

Soon the World is no longer in a haze
But it still ceases to amaze
It is no longer in one of its confused days
Now the World is beaming down, showing its praise

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