It’s Coming
No wonder the sun shines upon my life,
And it was not ordinary;
I stumbled on the rising streak
And it was not timely;
Heads up fellas, it’s coming!
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Heed the advice of an old tree,
Let the rain makes the decision;
Yet I am supposed to grow up in this heat
And trust on my words setting vision;
Heads up fellas, it’s coming!
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Exemplary on its core of the curve
Who claims to read the nature of distinguishableness?
Right from the beginning it hid its identity
And here I am expressing indifferences;
Gear up fellas, it came!
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Vindictive for the unaccountable truth,
Lack of empathy, no prayers are granted,
I, for the love of demon, pulverize those malicious souls
And won’t stop until all are obliterated!
Fellas, it’s a new beginning after doomsday!
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