the calling of which is certain
in days full of mirages
uncertainties speak its true colours
naked...
time holds still
sky turns to pitch black
untill its ready to open the gap
and all hell breaks loose.
there is a storm inside the heart
clouding the judgement of the betterment
when misery come and visit
we, human will fall and sprawl.
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