Destinies truncated, futures created
Things turn around, same things fall apart
We are fading, our strengths degrading.
Pulchritude no longer in multitude, ugly vultures now living creatures
Destinies now in serenity
No home of sovereignty
The moon turns it back at us, leaving us aside.
Besides the pool of our nemesis
The good dies, and the poor lives.
Living to suffer the weight of hardship
Township becomes a sailing ship
Yet many sank
Without a u-turn
We all will one day sail the inevitable ship
We wait for a better morrow,
Even when the road is narrow,
That we can dodge all arrows
And attack with our sparrows
Morrow morrow
A new dawn of a better tomorrow
Nobody shall trespass nor borrow
Coz the lord has bless tomorrow
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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
02-01-16
04:04am
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