Let us suppose that life
Could be killed with a knife
.
And we are asked to hit it
Which is something I'd never commit
.
I know so deep inside, that the space
Was made for a purpose, it's not just a place
.
A human can never guess
How is it made, all the mess
.
Was it made out of the sudden?
Or there is a mystery that is hidden
.
Souls are owned by GOD
The causative of Noah's flood
The maker of everything alive
The only one who will survive
.
So praise GOD, not just to ask
Let us remove that cursed mask
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Thanks for Rola for inspiring me ^_^ (@rola007)
