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End of Age

End of Age Is it the end of our lovely, precious, living age? Are we experiencing doom’s day very soon? The time is stopped by an invisible deathly army, No arms, weapons, is enough to kill the enemy. I dream of your eyes, your ugly narrow look, your drooling nasty face, I shiver in fear, sweat and wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, As if there is a dire monster; outside, in the dark-old backyard, Waiting to grab me by the neck, or just will suck up my all blood. You see the tiniest life on the earth, as well as the monsters’, As if, you have a microscope set on your wild, crazy forehead. How insane are you! How crazily you drag so many people to death! No judgment, reason, even bloodshed is needed to make you mad! Corona, you are the evilest of all creatures, the cruelest of all kinds, Why and who the hell did create you? do you even have a mind? How on the earth do you survive and multiply? Are you fed by human lives? Do you even have a heart? Do you hear the everyday human cries? Do you ever realize, how irrational, cruel, evil-minded, and unjust you are? Your barbarism is surpassed by all till now, you’re the non-example, do you care? When you take away the poor mom’s life, leaving the just born baby alone, Isn’t that you? Or, when you attack the dad and make the children orphan? The notorious, cursed, evil soul ‘Coronavirus’, please set us free, let go! Leave the killing case, I still see your lustful grinning, ghastly-fierce claws, and your cunning, violent, atrocious face. You are an obnoxious, invisible, monster! The worst ever example of whimsical, irrational rage, You are the perfect label for the worst ever monster, who came to make the end of the age! Written by: Tasmina Khan Sponsored by: Funom Makama

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