end epic, iota hardly seen in an endemic order,
but Angelic, coz Iona is the heartbeat of an eccentric daughter
University of life is puking the adversity in my file,
I covet the philosopher’s stone…
coz’ eternity is nigh, while the City
dies from this Covid in the esophagus, throat
Suddenly, the World seems so ominous
about what was solemnly written in the Word,
greed so oblivious…

And history will probably
repeat itself if we don’t prostrate,
and end this misery properly
coz’ in death, We don’t
'post straight'