The book was lying,
And in its own way it made me die,
I wonder what else this world could do?
The truth that has demolished the world
Is lying just out there.

Why? I shall not ask .
But how? I would prefer .
Have not I been responsible for being too judgemental?
Can a book be so harmful?
Can it ruin us from the deepest hidden corners of our heart?
How could it hold so much of truth in its own small pages ?
The book truly can't be denied.
The truth that has bothered the world.
Cannot  be more perfectly revealed than in it.
Science can never explain why ?
A book is indeed a human's true friend.
One can hear it scream and hurt people through this small pages and show them the truth.
The truth I shall say..
The book says it all.
The truth of the demolished world.
The undying causes and how the world has suffered.

Can you hear us?
The book is crying...
Get up,
pick it up and be brave enough to read it through.