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Below my feet, flows the river of death Above my head, is a delusion filled wrath The control of my emotions within my soul I already see it burning and turning into coal The earth itself has ripped apart Engulfing many, there is no end nor start Mountains and valleys flood with dead The scene am witnessing is gravely sad Winds are slowly dying, the creeks also drying Some who are alive, wail out loud crying The only species seem happy are the vultures Preying on their catch, practicing their cultures Have you wandered by now, who am I? Fortelling this coming catastrophe through my eye Readers, I am time within time Passing each stage, witnessing every crime The mankind daring with unthinkable deeds Fulfilling their darkest desires and filthy needs The balance of karma is weighing heavy on life Be it anyone, one is sure to be killed by a knife I see it all coming very soon, at a fast pace Like it happens in an event of a relay race My concern is on the upcoming destruction Having everyone dead, and no one for reconstruction... ©sim
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
Destruction With Time
Below my feet, flows the river of death Above my head, is a delusion filled wrath The control of my emotions within my soul I already see it burning and turning into coal The earth itself has ripped apart Engulfing many, there is no end nor start Mountains and valleys flood with dead The scene am witnessing is gravely sad Winds are slowly dying, the creeks also drying Some who are alive, wail out loud crying The only species seem happy are the vultures Preying on their catch, practicing their cultures Have you wandered by now, who am I? Fortelling this coming catastrophe through my eye Readers, I am time within time Passing each stage, witnessing every crime The mankind daring with unthinkable deeds Fulfilling their darkest desires and filthy needs The balance of karma is weighing heavy on life Be it anyone, one is sure to be killed by a knife I see it all coming very soon, at a fast pace Like it happens in an event of a relay race My concern is on the upcoming destruction Having everyone dead, and no one for reconstruction... ©sim
Seema
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41/F/Fiji Islands
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
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