Kal Yug (Iron Age)

Thr forth stage, Or maybe a waste of baggage, A period of obsession, With a bad spirit possession. Killers behind every close friend, Something dirty in every new trend, Spoken words which are rude, With hatred glued. In countries, in places, Just shatters of broken dreams of families, Or somewhere broken bases, Takes the life of every soul. A little bent of light, Arose with all lis might, But blurred everyone's sight. Little did the past know, That all the teachings of the Supreme Being taught in wars, Will once fade and in front of evil would bow, And will lock people behind bars. Just flex of love, Which has no purity, Just flex of friendship, With no eternity. Unfair treatment prevails, And so does the cries, From every corner of the world, Wishing that the cries would once die. The darkness prevails all around, Where all evilness bounds, Chased after wild hounds.