The Bane In Breathing

Paciolo Pen Saint ft Abisola _ writes (1) When will the misery end? When will the suffering of centuries be relieved? The face of the world is miserable, Days are spent in grief and despair, Years are drenched under bitter shade, Where the thorns - roses wither under the eyes of days & destines, Serenity perishes / & the night comes with madness of spirits & hurricanes, Where sheep spend their days grieving - no grass on the soil of the world. Our souls complain of miserliness of a deceitful eternity, Where the crow lives - talented nightmares fall into its braided nest, Where ugly clouds remain in the air a symbol of life whose blackness is not perishable, Where the winds keep whistling a melody that's a mockery of us, Where the sound of death cheers the living Everything on earth crying So wake Dreamers (2) Where living is a curse, Peaceful death aloof, Cock crows sorrow, Sheep bleats pain, The night accommodate fear, The day remain dreadful, Footsteps remain death sentence, Sporadic gunshots welcome the ears. Who's next remain unknown, A seconds to find out, A state of distaste, Rivers no longer undulate in whiteness - but in dark red. Woes! to be create during this era Forest, in it humans abide Where rain brings no contentment But despair unto the homeless, A state of disarray. At the bat of an eyelids, Begins the journey to the great beyond.