Loneliness was once banished by communion,
Brokenness sheltered under grace,
And children finding their reunion,
With the author and perfecter of their faith.
Yet today I watch again the countdowns and nothingness,
As human hearts stop at zeroes
And reversed minds think they are the heroes
Wreckage of humanity , Down of obscuration,
The birth of insanity and death of liberation,
Futility's forgotten morals,
The days getting darker and colder,
There stand the immortal pain as ensigns of our war,
The peeling of the church bells ,
Melting flesh and sacred blood spilled with those shells,
The long struggles of waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
Claimed as the torches of lords of Night ,
Dropping the reins of peace and war,
Staining the reams of "Genesis" or "Revelation",
Etching ever-afters in accursed verse,
The question still remains unanswered,whether it is,
The limpid rags of resurrection or destruction of human race....
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