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The Screams
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Apr 29, 2015
Treating through the skies like low jets
Sounding like Banshees in the night
The torture of an eternity
We reach up towards
Begging for release from this pain
"Please, someone release us, please"
We all cry, begging for mercy
Then,
I wake up in a cold sweat
Only to survive another hell
Of people fighting over nonsense
Only to find myself
In the other hell of my dreams
Where screams of terror
Fill the red skies
What did I do too feel this punishment
Never-ending pain day in and day out
We beg and plead for an end
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PROLOGUE: Our lives are so convulated that we want something adventurous in life of our's. But, actually because of these convulated problems our life is adventurous somehow. That's called a real adventure, not like in movies or dramas that we see. Those are all fictional ones and who don't like fiction everyone craves for it. The dreams we see daily in our sleep is what? it's all fiction nothing else, our desires that remain unfulfilled in our day time. Everything that we expect from our future is just useless , one should matter for present where actual adventure takes place. Now only, if not now, then never. Nevertheless, we all are interested in making future great or adventurous at every cost. Today's world is full of people like this at maximum, causing something wrong to others atleast or say atlast?