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I HAVE FIVE THINGS TO SAY

Heaven above crying,
With the virtue of living blurred,
Hell below obscure,
Today the sun got murdered.
The storm is coming,
Putting heaves of dead finally at peace,
Leaning in the god smiled,
He knew when his existence ceased.

Today the sun got murdered,
And no one heard it scream,
Nothing but empty sky remains,
Its ashes went down the stream.
Memory hit, agony in the heart,
Tarnished skin, crushing with the dart,
The last thread of skin broke,
Taking with it the last leaf,
Memory gone,
Relief?

Today the sun got murdered,
And now the clouds have lost their way,
They stood here for a while,
Ah! This desperate fray.
The darkness took over,
Waiting for the dead to rise,
All that is left are the unheard promises,
Unsaid words and the unseen ties.

Today the sun got murdered,
And the murderers ran free,
The solitary they were confined in,
Hung the sun on the tree.
Already dead still trying to breathe,
Waves crashed in pain,
It said goodbye instead of goodnight,
Smiled and turned out the light.

Today the sun died,
And left many question immortality,
Killed and left alone in silence,
No scope for clarity.
The murderers dead too,
Slaughtered self with rage,
Laughter cheered the crowd,
Today the sky was beige.
The clouds stood still,
Waiting for world to embody,
As the people stopped living,
Leaving their bodies.

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