She was torn apart
Unchasteness surrounding her
But her God could see
Her virtuous soul underneath ~
So He bestowed her
With forgiveness ~
And she became a separatist
Isolating from critics
Making her way through
And accepting the mistakes
She grew stronger
Each day

Death come quick!
Come fast!
You’re so slick.
I can’t last.

Death come soon.
Please do hurry!
At noon
wheel me out in a surrey.

Death come neatly.
Come softly.
Take me completely.
Been feeling awfully.

Just break a sentence
In two
You'll sound poetic.

The  flight  is
crashed.


Airline  company
is in  loss.
So  where  is  the
profit.


    The  profit  is
not  given  on
payments  to  its  employee.



  Seriously  it  may
happen  for  profit
earning.

The  food  is
poisonous.


The  food  processing
company  is  powerful.



The  powerless  people
    who  are normally  workers
are  powerful  in  strike.

It's supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year
but all that happiness pushes me deeper into the abyss of self-loathing