You shot me so many times with

bullets of failure and death, yet

I didn’t die.

I still see your heartless face and

the pace of your harsh word’s

amongst your wicked troops,

that you fed with anger and hatred.

You persecuted and recruited he them

to finish them off those who has no

visible savior.

As I stood there with an anguish face,

I watched your brutality daily, thinking

about immortality from a man of

tranquility, within the powerless community.

I stood as the world stopped rotating,

on the secret place of my dreams

I shed tear’s of years, repeatedly

prolonging to them again and again.

As the power and wrath of the beast

was tamed by it’s creator you then

decided for me to be framed.

You have mocked me up with your

whole bunch of friends, and yes

I forgave you though it was hard to

be an angel surrounded by demon’s.

Your foolishness helped me to build

the bridges behind the scenes,

while I was burning some because

of your sin’s.

You have made my life a living hell,

even the heavens they hardly testified

when you ‘put me into prison cells’

without offense.

You thrown away the keys and left

me to die In the darkest dungeon,

as I was weeping without any

shoulder to cry on; It’s sad cry along.

I do not hate you nor have I held

grudge’s upon you, because in pain

I found out that everything is vanity,

and adults turned out to be children.

The age means nothing without

being spared humanity, as people

feed from tranquility by their dirty

doings, upon the identity of innocent

soul’s.

May the soul’s that couldn’t stand

the test of time rest in eternal peace.

When all these happens please don’t kill

yourself but skill yourself.