Chapters I
The clock keeps ticking.
Tiptap tiptap.
The longer the time passes,the more chaotic life goes.
The little heart always reminds us that the
remaining life is used to do good and never stop asking God for the blessings of
our liveswithdraw into the abyss of contempt.
To spend free time in vain things

Chapters II
The clock keeps ticking.
Tiptap tiptap
Without waiting for anyone
I donr know who likes to delay if they are
dealing with God.
Is there certainty that the will take the future to carry out any business.
Our is the angel of death willing to wait for the promise that the living will surely dead

Chapters III
The clock is ticking.
Tiptap tiptap
Counting the days that pass without any spritual content.
An empty heart and left to continue empty.
A slippery green moss is allowed to grow for a time to derail humans.
And finally one day a forest of endless lust
is created.
At one time change the face of clear faced human into fangs and big eyes without size.

Chapters IV
The clock keeps ticking
Tiptap tiptap
There's still a lot left now covered in blood and pus.
Failed to return to being a true dimension
form.
Continuing to fantasize in a world full illusions.
When emotions take over ,you lose your sense of judgment and lose your character.

Chapters V
The clock is ticking.
Tiptap tiptap.
That's a sign that you must face.
Humans are always tested when the strom hits,strengthen the steering wheel and may be forced to anchor live and live
moment when
Calm yourself without saying a word without action or even movement.
Just thinking.
You can't expect anything expect advice and prayer

Chapters VI
When you are anxious the tongue goes mute.
The mouth becomes mute.
Only taste and prayer can release thoughts
in the munajat chest.
Not with prayers and pleas.
Just moaning.
Claiming to be weak.
Claiming to be despicable.

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