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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
Copyright © Adeyemi Sunday | Year Posted 2022
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