The Sting of Death
THE STING OF DEATH
Death why provoke us to tears?
There are lot of unfinished works
But still you pierce
What are these you have wrought?
Your unannounced visits can’t be pardoned
You lack respect for the age of victims
This is extremely disheartening
You have taking your tolls in cities
And increased graves in graveyard
Dead bodies have outnumbered Mortuaries
Lots of broken promises
Dry lands have been made Seas
From tears of successors
You have wrecked enough havoc
And now the time approaches
When your sting will no longer be felt
When our heels would not be bruised
And you would have a taste of your medicine
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