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On bleak days where skies bled

I know not why I'm so sad.
So I ask God to drop by for a chat
With every tear that I shed
I questioned my ability to be led
For I know with every inch of me thought
Comes an extraordinary faith
That it'll get better 
Till I get my revenge
Fair and square
Is it odious that I want them dead?
No my child
You're just simply misled

My universe knows best
From birth to death
To disinfect earth 
By natural restoration 
From the invisible monster. 

So hold on to hope I say
For they prey hypocrisy 
And stray certainty
A truth no one dare say
That life is an unfinished essay





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