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.