COVID Surreal
I am suddenly aware of the true feeling of loneliness, and imprisonment, the feeling so incomprehensive because I’ve never felt a feeling so dissonant, have I committed a crime no I am with innocence, so why am I bonded by these shackles of misery, marked by disorders and the enemy, I get on my knees and pray the Lord will set me free, as I sit around hoping one day we all will look back at our past and the memories, of those who died from COVID 19, Thinking back at how we treated people we eventually will never see because they were taken by the enemy, in a land full of inequities and hypocrisy-
But I will miss it, I will, yeah it's getting real, looking at the newsreel, until the news gets so unreal you cant feel, bonded by Damascus steel, people so scared and full of tears, they call out to the Lord asking is he real, and he says it's in genesis,
People only cared about their desires and appeal, shows how selfish you are, living in the ordeal, still, COVID is here and you focus on how you're going to survive, while others are losing their lives, don't sit back and hide, try to fight, for the light, COVID surreal.
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