Squeezing To Live In A Sneezing World~Onnie


If i cry,
who could hold my tears ?

If i tell my story,
who is there to listen dark time tomes.

Stars ashed to shine in blackness and are we to scribe a vowel of the fallen autumn leaves,
Are we to testify of those days the enemy stole the sun only to light the candle.

In darkness we get used to blindness and fell afraid of the light,
Blood is gushing out, all over the streams it overflows with screams and wails from brothers who fie to see the day.

Because our fathers drink from sour waters of Marrah,
In the mosaic period we are drawn back, facing the snake is survival,
Lest if we transit to Joshua’s era but would you believe the sun will stand still,
Only to face Canaan we will die in dreaming of honey pots.

Where is that Christ to unshackle the bounds of evil?
Can Michael hearken desperate souls and fight the foe which ate our prayers.
Begging for a tear, how come the Lord is not cry to still the hot earth when we all looked up to the sky,
In finding answers the light dies and darkness hides the truth

If its the edge of the clock are we going to die in hell or heaven will be for us all,
If I was Daniel could this be a prophecy of the end or it would be a measure to many signs which are yet to come,
yesterday it was AIDS and today its COVID


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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