Suffocation

Breathing is affected today.
We're feeling like a shortage of adequate breath.
No, it's not for the closeness of lovers,
or not for their instincts awake,
but the bell of death.
It is ringing all over the world,
we are about to fall.
Though we had fallen before from humanity,
but now it has no effect to feel sorrow, feel guilty at all.
Once we have hurt our mother Earth.
No, she is not taking revenge,
mothers' are always merciful,
but she is giving her moron children a good amount of learning,
by which their behavior can be changed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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