A few days before the year’s December

There rose those pairs of scissors on the necks of people

And hence they were called the dark days to remember

Those satanic hours of bloodshed by the desires of people

The time when those seen would convert the status of their being

Making a human under the skies sin

The time when the hormones would rise

Shaking hands with sexual lusts

While abusing the mind till their goals lasts

The time unstoppable

The time when the mind is immovable

The time spent with great focus

Like a doctor avoiding death by a disease incurable The time of having one point to paint

Till forgetting to be Christ’s saint

The time indescribable

The time spent on dreaming social media

Instead of willing to be God’s servant as he did it Mr Joshua

But only being a person of words

Without any blooms on my flower beds

A possessor of an hypocritical faces

Magnifying other’s mistakes leaving my own in my pulses

Those dark days to remember

Before the year’s December