And the world is...

The mercy of his hands had been tainted with the fall of Satan.

Everything he had created was destroyed and dismantled, and he was unable to recreate the empire that he tirelessly worked on.

The tunnel collasped until the surface of the ground buried any hope to see the light.

His wings were silently pinned down and pushed off to fall to his prolonged death.

The cereluean eyes of his were gorged out and crushed by the tyranny of cheated love.

The world is not cruel.

It is not out there to make a person act like a fool.

The world just sits on a stool,

Twisting and turning to please everyone's desires,

Promoting the intentions of the fighters and liars,

Hoping that one day,

The Heavens and the Hells would put an end to it.

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[Krazy On The Outside]

Great imagery.
I like it a lot! =)