Sunset
We lament for massive ,angelical
innocent ,pure flowers
are killed.
It brims over with unimpeded
bloodshed.
In the realm of hopelessness
is embede in dreadful, terrifying
horrifying acts.
God' symphonic, harmonious lark
will prevail. sometime. Dove
will dominates our earth.
The weeping, wailing butterfly is
the bloodstained, gloomy
river.
The ravishing ,glittering tapestry of trueness
will embrace our unfeigned weary soul.
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