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Labyrinth Of Warfare
What we truly are?
I asked myself while watching the gruesome
scenery which is thriving recklessly,
Self proclaimed humans who preach about peace and harmony,
Or just devils in human clothing.
The fully grown cotton seeds are separating and fluttering with the wind,
Premonition of death,
It seems impossible to escape from the loop of suffering.
The family which is celebrating in the happiness of their upcoming newborn baby is unaware,
About the beast of false pride that will tear and snatch him away from his mother's belly to hell and will going to crush him under his razor sharp teeths.
The darkness which is spreading all over the sky,
Will going to gough everyone's eyes,
When this happen everyone will start diving into the river that'll lead to despair,
I'll wait for my turn.
The charismatic maniacs are flourishing in contentment,
Sacrificing others lives will surely going to carve a profound smile on their faces.
Let the flames of vengeance burn everything,
Bones and flesh don't want to keep together,
Hypocrisy will definitely going to kill this world.
The arable land is slowly becoming shelter for dead,
Pool of blood, flesh and bones scattering everywhere.
Today again mankind will unmask its face,
For showing what meaning it truly holds,
A dreadful one.
The battle of ideologies,
A thing each and everyone wants to prove,
Who is right? and who is wrong? is pure absurdity.
The charismatic maniacs are flourishing in contentment,
Sacrificing others lives will surely going to carve a profound smile on their faces,
That's all they truly know.
Destroy lives and then play victim,
Vomit thousand reasons to support the atrocity of your hideous act.
All the prayers that carry hope,
Are suffocating and turning into cinders.
Dreams have given up on life,
The strength to move forward is diving deeply into the river that'll lead to despair.
The arable land is becoming the carnival of corpses,
Where the symphony of lamentation is reaching in everyone's ears and making them deaf and hopeless.
People are wriggling on dry soil like insects,
Crying about the terrible fate that was never in their hands.
Will it ever stop?
I asked myself.
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I asked myself while watching the gruesome
scenery which is thriving recklessly,
Self proclaimed humans who preach about peace and harmony,
Or just devils in human clothing.
The fully grown cotton seeds are separating and fluttering with the wind,
Premonition of death,
It seems impossible to escape from the loop of suffering.
The family which is celebrating in the happiness of their upcoming newborn baby is unaware,
About the beast of false pride that will tear and snatch him away from his mother's belly to hell and will going to crush him under his razor sharp teeths.
The darkness which is spreading all over the sky,
Will going to gough everyone's eyes,
When this happen everyone will start diving into the river that'll lead to despair,
I'll wait for my turn.
The charismatic maniacs are flourishing in contentment,
Sacrificing others lives will surely going to carve a profound smile on their faces.
Let the flames of vengeance burn everything,
Bones and flesh don't want to keep together,
Hypocrisy will definitely going to kill this world.
The arable land is slowly becoming shelter for dead,
Pool of blood, flesh and bones scattering everywhere.
Today again mankind will unmask its face,
For showing what meaning it truly holds,
A dreadful one.
The battle of ideologies,
A thing each and everyone wants to prove,
Who is right? and who is wrong? is pure absurdity.
The charismatic maniacs are flourishing in contentment,
Sacrificing others lives will surely going to carve a profound smile on their faces,
That's all they truly know.
Destroy lives and then play victim,
Vomit thousand reasons to support the atrocity of your hideous act.
All the prayers that carry hope,
Are suffocating and turning into cinders.
Dreams have given up on life,
The strength to move forward is diving deeply into the river that'll lead to despair.
The arable land is becoming the carnival of corpses,
Where the symphony of lamentation is reaching in everyone's ears and making them deaf and hopeless.
People are wriggling on dry soil like insects,
Crying about the terrible fate that was never in their hands.
Will it ever stop?
I asked myself.
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