WAYOUT OF ‘CRY SIX’
Raw resources lives with us in jeopardy,
Ignorance made chalks enslave us in malady,
All we sought was nothing but remedy
Remedy that ‘real sort’ us a prisoner in our custody.
Imprisoned by our own brothers
Awaited freedom made us freed dumbs
Every part of us then began to sproot corruption
Corruption that lives inside ‘change junks’
Change that came saintly with crises
Crises that reminded us we ‘cry since…’
Cry since that painted for us more cry scenes
Cry scenes that led the globe to try sins
Human has seen and try sin since…
Shall we then continue in these sin
That mercy on us may be seen?
Then, lets travel far back to our genesis
With nothing but the plane of memories
To carefully re watch Christ painful adversities
And see the endtime nemesis in acts and scenes.
For only then can we fear to sink
In the bottomless pit that burns and stinks
Like a septic tank that has leakage links
All over its body like basket.
Royal Pen’s ELOQUENT INK
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