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Broken-19
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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,
The smell of sickness filled the air of our love ones.
Could this really be the end of our times?
So many unanswered questions, and not enough time to answer.
The virus is spreading faster than the blood that run through our veins.
Could this be the end of our times?
Everywhere is shutting down , blackouts, empty vessels waiting to take orders.
Orders is not what makes us, us.
Lockdowns, scrimmaging to keep us silent and lock away.
Could this be the end of our times?
Fear of not knowing what actions to take. Yet we take them anyways.
Could this be the end of our times?
The days eventually fell too silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you can hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking at our doors.
#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,
The smell of sickness filled the air of our love ones.
Could this really be the end of our times?
So many unanswered questions, and not enough time to answer.
The virus is spreading faster than the blood that run through our veins.
Could this be the end of our times?
Everywhere is shutting down , blackouts, empty vessels waiting to take orders.
Orders is not what makes us, us.
Lockdowns, scrimmaging to keep us silent and lock away.
Could this be the end of our times?
Fear of not knowing what actions to take. Yet we take them anyways.
Could this be the end of our times?
The days eventually fell too silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you can hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking at our doors.
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