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Bullets are flying over my head, forcing me to take cover under the headless bed, mothers running with their children, hiding behind the Vail where honor is found and misery is lying solemnly on the cracked ground and the young boys with their manly voices with robe sweeping in the blood soaked ground mopping up the residue and what is left you. No voice, no speech no language while the old men hide behind wall with  open pistol ready for the brawl ,and minutes before the massacre begins a giant bird  flew close to the  ground spraying  over their heads and leaving many of them dead. From block to block and from city to city voices parachute in the air lamenting misery far and near. Bullets hole wall cemented with historical cries and a message sealed up in their faith that cannot be denied, and the wild eyes of   fearless men holding long guns and staring in the blazing sky. The contrast is very loud and points to where destiny is looking over the endless crowd. 
I gazed on the other side of the wall where nature stands still and my spirit stood tall to answer the most important call and in the middle of the night the angels of peace pacify the most ferocious fight  
 Here I am on the other side of the world keeping my hope alive and embracing courage by side. The heat is spilling anxiety over me and I am waiting for someone to come and rescue. Everyone comes and stares at me and shaking their head at my misery .They asked me how I live and how I have the heart to forgive, among the batter and the bruise, the hunger and the slander and attempted murder. My pattern and my rhythm help to keep my adrenaline going while my stomachs crawl heavily inside. My heart is playing tic, tac toe and my feet is on the go. Show me the depths of the ocean, and take me to the length and breadth of the sea, my heart is yearning for more and universe is beckoning me to come. You have held me hostage here for one year six months and twelve days living under harsh conditions while nourishing the land with my sweat and every drop of word that comes from my breath. The message is just sinking in and the people have committed a terrible sin but the end is drawing neigh and the message is written in the sky. And now my hands are untied and the ship is rolling by it is ready to go.The wind is blowing with full force so get out bed and grabs the pen and sign that important document and walk away without delay and the wind will blow in your favors.
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