Nasty World

Nasty World ballad

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The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment,
For their beauty is their curse;
One can not listen to the cry,
As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,
But one can feel it
Keeping all other senses open and active.
The devils of the dark world stealthily approach like the fierce hunters
And demolish the beauty and virginity of the innocent world,
They are ecstatic to enjoy the rustic pleasure.
Ugly minds think ugly things
And ugly hands do ugly works, but never lament;
They are made of such stuff
That they can not understand the dignity and class of the beautiful world.
The world is undeniably a marvellous place,
But obscene crimes and criminals are never obliterated from her core,
Which ultimately defames and wrecks her;
The unfortunate victims of the dark world cry in extreme pain and agony,
But are never rescued from their abysmal conditions,
Indeed, they die every moment
By the crushing effect of the nefarious forces
And gradually sink into oblivion from their nasty world.

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