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Nov 2017
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
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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