Sadness rules the world
Sitting upon his throne of wars and disaster
Leering evilly at all in his dominion
Placing upon his subjects shackles of tears
And burdens of anguish,
Till they collapse beneath the weight.
And prophecies foretell of a breeze,
Called happiness,
Who will one day fall upon the dominion of sadness
Leaving within its wake
Traces of smiles and ease
That was once before.
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