Sing now, for years I've given
To a prophetless religion
Of "loss" of "love" and sickening
Wretched abuse of misery.
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God of the heartache,
Won't you hear my overture?
Torment has become my heart,
Existence be my pain!
Create a wandering wonder,
Of sounds and intricacies,
Turned to ignorant folly,
All logic holds dismembered seas.
Creature inside me,
Won't you rip out my heartsrings?
Boil them in bilgewater,
And finally free me?
To a world so defiled,
Won't we pray for another plague?
Irradicate the "innocent"
And self-hallowed in their name.
Longing and lost entrails,
Of a muddied buried tribe,
The body seeks its insides,
The backbone it can't find.
Fretfull and apparent
That love lost is better found,
Then dragging forth in sulfurous folly,
And losing touch with all sound.
Run, Charlatan, Run,
Your mistakes will claim your fret,
In the ending, fun at last,
I'll massacre you yet.
Overture of Torment,
The only thing I hear,
All Is Lost In Our Sad Lives,
I Will Feed On Their Veril Fear.

LET'S FIGHT AGAINST CORONA:

Let's  fight back Corona ailment,
Tomorrow exists no longer.
Now is the time irradicate the beast,
Before it spreads wings over.

Because it's sting is only the blast,
For beast knows not welfare but fear.
So let's do it before we extinct,
I know for sure the end is near.

Let's determine and await,
Join our hands to the core.
Sooner or later want to see the best,
Beast waits for none delay no more.

Though everything turn to it's worst,
Let's loose not our dear and far.
All alone I say that we can be great,
But together we can win the war.

                                                  By
                                           PRAMOD K