Little did I know, that I was brought into a place,Where things do not look the way they seem. Having good conversations with next door neighbour at dusk which turned into conflict at dawn.
Once a great KINGDOM metamorphosised into an ISOLATED KINGDOM, A kingdom where the lame lead the one legged, the deaf interpret for the dumb. The sources of the milk and honey are being blocked in a deceived thought of getting another. The blind leading those with sights, having binge of a deceived thought, illness from the inner mind, and dreams in reality. Box of order fell off from the hands of the seekers of truth, losing control over the affairs of individuals and matters occupying the edges of life.
The righteous are made to believe in fantasies and let go of the truth to make the wrong look right. The citizens refuse to lay their heads in fear of it being separated from their bodies. Not words can explain the blood stains on the walls of the street, doomed is how they fell to the ground with their kneels. Pleasant appearance of nature and habitat turned out to be nightmare filled with scary look of walking dead. The living ones look into the night wondering what it takes to feel alive, asking themselves how to cross to a new dawn, passing the hours of darkest dream. For a chance the kingdom may not stand, for secret lies behind her doors and crawl through the crack beneath the Floor.
Anfara! (it has started) was what I heard at cockcrow, heavy footsteps and silent cry of those running to safe their heads, In a haste of safe harbour, they lost their limbs to ammunitions and fierce faces accommodating crimson eye balls under the influence of spirit entrapped in an air tight container. Escape is none and death is nigh they lay in wait at midnight clock, Who is out there to save the children who the parents left behind for the after life. Shattered are the dreams of those that have hope of better tomorrow, harder is the cry of hollow hearted... The kingdom became the ghost of it self; itself of no flesh of humans, being fed on the street by hungry dogs, itself of no flying arrows that claim the lives of thousands.... WE WANT PEACE IS THE CRY OF THE INNOCENTS, WE WANT NOTHING BUT PEACE...
The righteous are made to believe in fantasies and let go of the truth to make the wrong look right. The citizens refuse to lay their heads in fear of it being separated from their bodies. Not words can explain the blood stains on the walls of the street, doomed is how they fell to the ground with their kneels. Pleasant appearance of nature and habitat turned out to be nightmare filled with scary look of walking dead. The living ones look into the night wondering what it takes to feel alive, asking themselves how to cross to a new dawn, passing the hours of darkest dream. For a chance the kingdom may not stand, for secret lies behind her doors and crawl through the crack beneath the Floor.
Anfara! (it has started) was what I heard at cockcrow, heavy footsteps and silent cry of those running to safe their heads, In a haste of safe harbour, they lost their limbs to ammunitions and fierce faces accommodating crimson eye balls under the influence of spirit entrapped in an air tight container. Escape is none and death is nigh they lay in wait at midnight clock, Who is out there to save the children who the parents left behind for the after life. Shattered are the dreams of those that have hope of better tomorrow, harder is the cry of hollow hearted... The kingdom became the ghost of it self; itself of no flesh of humans, being fed on the street by hungry dogs, itself of no flying arrows that claim the lives of thousands.... WE WANT PEACE IS THE CRY OF THE INNOCENTS, WE WANT NOTHING BUT PEACE...
WATCHOUT FOR PART 3...
INTRIGUING... Waiting for the Part III
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