HISTORY TRACED
History, can be retraced.
Thru the characteristics, in each others face.
Time and time again, life has lost it's spin.
When in all, thru out the human race.
Certain people, have brought disgrace.
Destitution ov mankind, is passing thru hells' time.
Thru time, we loose our finesse.
We need to go, back to our basics.
Leading with luv, we all must contest.
Dire is our time, or it'll be an emptiness.
Decimation Ov the soul, to detest.
How beautiful, life could be.
When luv comes in, as referees.
Unwilling is my mind, to play at being unkind.
Explicitly a lesson learned, is a luv concerned.