Melancholia

August 4, 2020

In the land ruled by cruelty and insolence,

Many whimpering in pain,

Some wiped out of this world and left us in tense,

Whereas numerous masses saved from this chain.

We all dazed in this spell-bound place,

This domain, nothing but an illusion,

Reflecting the real characters before our face,

And now watching the result of our brutal decision.

In this gloomy and sulky environment,

Absence of elation and presence of despair,

Nothing more effective than apologizing to the omnipotent,

Because he is the one who can spare.

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