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Thoroughly, the horror is weird  
Yet, there is a sense of its nonsense 
Thoroughly, it scattered 
Yet, it teaches how to gather 
The horror that improves memories 
The horror that brings back the lost love 
The horror that tied back the loosed 
The horror that opens every closed eye 
The horror that explains the worth of life 
The horror that proclaims the hidden saint 
The horror that enhances social life 
The horror that thought everyone 
The Lord's prayer is "our father who art in heaven"
The horror that reminds all of the hygiene 
The situation that is divinely manipulate 
To manage the universe's favour 
Now the doom is fading 
But still living in remnants of fog 
Managing blind seeing 
Speaking in a sharp blunt voice 
In fewer actions strong thought 
Yelling in a quiet-loud sound 
Who planted our hue and cry? 
Our hands or nature?
The meteor from our faces can't baptism us 
But the angelic from the unknown planet
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