Chaos

And then he breaks up..there's carnage... 
He knows hez meant for d fire...
for being burnt..for being in hell
 Punished for reasons he knows not
 A few days under d shade
and then it's bac
 He grinds there each day..
waiting for d sun to rise
 Toiling in d dark..
his tearful eyes on d horizon
 He's been.waiting for d sun since a 100 year'
s D hope gleams each day and den dims
 A life wid regrets..unfulfilled wishes and a broken heart
 He dreams of a green garden a gushin river a good house
 He wakes up to a ravaged terrain..an ugly drain and and a broken home
 He calls it a home because he sleeps there..
 D world is crumbling and he knows.that..and it will be soon wen he decides..
 A decision on would he perish wid d world or before it...

...hdk..