What a Pity!
Indeed a sight of despair.
Ears fill with cries of anguish and pure agony,
A testimony of sufferings.
Have no doubt, this indeed is how it was and will be.
They carried swords,
That slayed and stained.
And the Dead laid scattered- cold and limbless.
Turn around and save your tears,I say.
For how long shall you weep?
Man's days are now numbered.
And who can withstand
What he is about to behold.
They have read it in books, time and again,
They have sung songs of it,
They have preached it in the streets
But they understood it not. None.
By now it is too late for realisations!
The time, Man has been waiting for has arrived.
But a question prevails,
Whether they will withstand what it unveils.
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