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The Writings On the Wall


Mystery lied deep in this words, I couldn't comprehend, Moments folded into days, Time stood still...... Watching, Focusing it's gaze on a place. This message passed down to generations, Searching for who to decipher, Who could break the curse? This desire to find answers, Began to consume us, This was no push; surely was force. Picture this, A people without vision, Their mission locked in a language They couldn't understand, Survival became minimal, This is beyond acceptable it's unconventional. This rhythm which no one could follow, We couldn't click so we just unfollowed, Till the time appointed, Wherein a saviour shall arise, One, who would read our future, Excellently creating new journeys, As we undertake this task ahead. Lyht Speaks. #Decipher the times.
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