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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds,
Not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
Roaring its horns with determination,
With hearts beating frantically,
At the rising numbers of deaths,
Surviving yesterday was by God's grace,
Living today is God's grace,
With tomorrow being no promise,
But still we choose to kneel and pray.