Rotten apple
Pungent smell
They dine on innocents
As they rise from hell
You shall be happy no more
As tomorrow's dawn will not shine like before
You shall know nothing but pain
And more of it you will gain
You shall live in fear
And hear the screams of whom you hold dear
Screaming from this black abyss
Asking God why are we suffering from this?
The sole reply came from an old man
He said our wrongs are too many to be forgiven
For This is the end of the life that we have driven
Silence filled the air
There was nothing in it but despair
Fate acceptance filled their faces
Death was nearing them in fast paces
They died without regret
For they realized that fate must always be met
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Rotten apple
Pungent smell
They dine on innocents
As they rise from hell
You shall be happy no more
As tomorrow's dawn will not shine like before
You shall know nothing but pain
And more of it you will gain
You shall live in fear
And hear the screams of whom you hold dear
Screaming from this black abyss
Asking God why are we suffering from this?
The sole reply came from an old man
He said our wrongs are too many to be forgiven
For This is the end of the life that we have driven
Silence filled the air
There was nothing in it but despair
Fate acceptance filled their faces
Death was nearing them in fast paces
They died without regret
For they realized that fate must always be met
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