The Days of Tribulation
the days of tribulation
only our secret closet
knows how we are tortured
by fear
is like the hiding alter
where a lot depress humans
grief in secret in
the days the of tribulation
the days of tribulation
only the heart beats
what the mind grief
in emptiness of fear
in the days when wars
is a trend on our streets
of peace in
the days of tribulation
the days of tribulation
the days of troubles
the days of poverty
the days of intimidation
the days of no hope
the days we pray to end
and never be more our reality
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