the messenger has arrived,
he has brought tidings about our endings.
i watch my mother's face as it shatters
i watch the waves of the ocean by our door
as it crashes...
swift words take hours to sink in
as our minds relapse to the pains within
fragments of our lives lay scattered on the pavement
all beacuse of one solemn statement
picking up the very last pieces
i am preplexed by the audacity of God
what message does he seek to deliver?
with cruel intentions that paint him sinister
like pawns we sacrifice ourselves willingly
screaming 'Kamikaze is the way to be!'
the night is young as my ink bleeds into the sky
i will write till i sense morning has arrived
till daybreak etches itself onto my parchment, and dries..
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