Blood-stained hands caresses his cheek.
Despite knowing the facts,
he would love the terrorist still
despite its heinous acts.
On the apocalyptic day,
the terrorist just died.
The scientist was just speechless.
Said he was fine, he lied.
His mind was endlessly boggled
by the facts, truths, and lies
that the terrorist was alive.
Humanely, time just flies
for the created fault within.
In another ending,
the is the path they have chosen:
"The virus is sending."
[P.S+M.V]
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Entendre
PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
