The grey clouds engulfs in the night sky,
Creating a gloomy atmosphere in the dark world.
Brooding every day,
People are never truly happy.
Tragic events constantly storm the Earth,
One by one,
All at once,
Never ceasing.
Havoc wreaks the universe,
Causing panic and despair.
When will it end?
Perhaps water could stand still,
And the water droplets cease to move.
The time glass would finally turn around,
Changing the fate of the universe.
The sense of the current dystopia would become a utopia.
A flawless one.
Destruction will no longer pummel the world,
No more children crying.
No more parents mourning over children's deaths.
No more need to fight for justice.
Because everything is just.
Peace finally roams the Earth.
The trees no longer withering,
Having the life sucked out them.
They are rejuvenated,
Reborn.
Mourning is no longer defined in the human language.
Tears of joy only exist in this flawless world.
No one worries about gun control.
No one worries about safety
Because threat no longer exists in this world.
Because this world is not flawed.
It is flawless.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.