Who would have thought that the lights that lead us – Fades,
As ashes of long decaying corpse sits… under the dusty chamber –
and the forgotten memory.
I who forgiven you… but the dirty blood of your naked soul – an opportunist:
Didn’t left any single piece.
For those who are greedy; crocodiles shed tears for the murdered body –
but it was the golden chair that put bullets inside their heads.
The mystery of the court remains… guns loaded with one bullet – a bomb exploded.
Researches wasn’t done systematically, findings and data: set standards of a triangular massacre –
Pigs cooled itself in a swamp of blood.
High profile throws their trash…feed to us – soon stepped at and die.
Promises of unending development, put under operation – died.
We want it so badly; we tried to revive – cardiopulmonary resuscitation…
It was us that loses breath.
Warriors who supposed to die in the battlefield: get down onto their knees to hail the disgusting king –
Killed the true queen and left the armors in the battlefield.
The king whose queen lies inside the pockets of a thousand civilization.
Opens its castle: wearing disguise – laughing as it spit trash to dignity… spreads cancer to humanity.
Who would have thought that the light that leads us – fades.
Who would have thought that I am the one forgiven you – You the one who killed us.
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
