In the day, where I lay,
the conspiracies still ahead.
opinions are not adequate,
to comprehend and to evaluate.
Living in this chaotic world,
it seems there is no Lord.
Who ruled the mankind,
to be healed from being blind
Colors of nature,
defines us, the humanity.
There's no cure,
to unleash you from anxiety.
Love makes us one,
such a painful word.
A tale without tone.
A human without lord.
My dear humanity,
awake from the bed of lies.
Embraced the sanctity,
to stand upon the blue skies.
©wency_vain
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