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In the deepest shadows of life,
we threatened to disappear from inside and die from outside due to an endemic or experimental weapon designed to kill or perhaps a designated terrorist sent for a mission from behind closed doors in a lab, who knows? crawling and moving around the world killing. What did they? what did we? And What did I? ever do, to be a scapegoat of your ruthlessly executions, ask me no questions, I will tell you no lies. To some level we tried to contain and mitigate, you disappeared
for a short while Oh! relieved we were!

You reproach in another move
more complicated, hybrid, degenerated and more touch-and-go,
rather perilous enough to clear humanity from the face of the Earth
orphaning many children, widowing a peck of mothers, killing quite a hatful of fathers, robbing off a wat of children from thy mothers and fathers, killing thy sons and daughters, fathers and mothers of this world.

East to west and west to East,
tanks of tears flow for your atrocities. North to south and South to North,
echoes of the grieving hearts are loud heard,
a reflection of the mournful and bleeding world due to your flagitious crimes.
You kill the young and old daily in biggest… some survive you perhaps the lucky who are living like they are dying?
thus, their hearts bleeding for thy cuts of you.

You’re are a lethal war with no guns or ammunitions, Perhaps world war three, a weapon Or designated terrorist hiding and striking with spotless character in our amidst, premeditated terrorist I presume!
Moving in the streets hunting for contacts, killing without empathy and compassion but just cupid and thirsty to attack
leaving families weeping and grieving
while their long faces lugubriously reflecting hidden and unexpressed pain for the uncalled suffering and their throats
gulped with a plethora of vengeance.

Psychological tortures and insanities you bring, we recover No! No!
Our profound supplications are heard by our benign Parent whose hands we are, on Earth to fight knowing that one day you will drop to quietus, that one day we will be just as brilliant and ready for any other attacks of your-like,
but for now, we just blades of grass trying to reclaim the normal, because before you were, we were. I wonder as I wander so God help.

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