Did life forbid the one who prays?
Time and tides do wait for none.
And then a melancholy plays
Why no peace and holy hunger?
The world's a better place with untamed disasters.
Why is there a sinful gathering?
Words of epic speak actions of fire.
Screams of evil fueled by deadly 'desires'.
The oldest tree still wails :
"They build homes to live in shelter tearing my shade away.
And then the waves of wrath above
Takes it back away.
The kings and queens they have it all,
But seldom do they save
For the ones who live no faraway."
The oldest river wails a mile :
"They fought the greatest wars of time to see me red
They call it 'bloodshed'.
I have cried the deadliest screams with silence.
I have seen thousands of 'ships of arrogance' sink,"
Time is an ally of what they saw.
said my mother
"Will I see a holy incarnation?"I asked.
She replied with a smile :
" There is a lot more to come but whatever may come the faith in lord shall help you 'overcome'."
I wish to never see that day
Where the world wails a moment ;
Can we seek a prayer above
To never see days
Where evils break into the holy den and humanity fails.
Indeed, the evil will eventually be defeated by the good for the power of the Almighty is supreme.
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