What a heartless heart you posses!
Digging deep into the purview of our blossomness
Without conscience of the aftermath you caused
To this little fragile generations
Our days shadowed with uncertainties
As we glimmer in hopeless trepidation
We know not when you'll embark on your hunting spree
Or who next you'll hunt to the hungry grave
For us to lay lo in preparation.
Like a trailing shadow behind
Still apprehensive of your scar lately
Where we matched to confine of bereavement
As shattered into the circle of desolation
Of our loved ones kissing the world goodbye.
Oh wicked messengers of doom
Parading our lives like flume
With endless plaguing threshold
Many say they are signs of end time
And now we know what it's like.
- In the spirit of the passing away of the four ALUU students. May the soul of the departed rest in peace.
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