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By Thunder By Fire 💥
In this tragic situation, the scenes are hilarious.
Souls are shot down by barren bullets,
And hearts are soaked in a Nile of sorrow.
Innocent blood are shed on guilty grounds.
The tragedy of painful joy has no bounds.
There is no other mantle of happiness to borrow.
The mood of the daily weather reflects on pale faces,
Disregarding the level of dreadful phases.
Nothing hopeful peeps to watch the tears of children's children.
A mountain of hope has turned into wet deserts.
Nothing seem to work in anyone's favor.
By thunder, by fire, we shall creep and climb upon strong holds to become upright one blessed day!
© Jay Lit
Souls are shot down by barren bullets,
And hearts are soaked in a Nile of sorrow.
Innocent blood are shed on guilty grounds.
The tragedy of painful joy has no bounds.
There is no other mantle of happiness to borrow.
The mood of the daily weather reflects on pale faces,
Disregarding the level of dreadful phases.
Nothing hopeful peeps to watch the tears of children's children.
A mountain of hope has turned into wet deserts.
Nothing seem to work in anyone's favor.
By thunder, by fire, we shall creep and climb upon strong holds to become upright one blessed day!
© Jay Lit
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