Your saints are killing me, praising a lot from it
The year has end but it's still the same
All of the tragic things becoming fame
Polluting all over and over again
I'm sick and tired of being psyched again
Hoping everything will be fine and firm
Waiting for the miracles to shed
To conclude things in a trail
Another day, another year of treachery
Time runs out from an hour to days
Another calamities have been recorded
Unexpected things happens in separate ways
Ways of life are full of challenges
You go up and down to break the limits
Healing those wounds and break it again
Tearing your soul to meet your end
No one knows how it goes
Only God knows of what is it all
You can't predict the way you look at it
From the another year of unexpected tragedy
Written in: March 12, 2020
Published in: April 29, 2020
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