I am the last one of my race.
The whole planet is an empty place.
All alone with perpetual holidays,
Counting minutes and never ending days.
My confused thoughts wander around,
Waiting for a guiding whisper or a sound.
No clues or answers in my mind,
Why the Creator has left me behind.
To be a witness of all this madness? ,
That left in my heart an infinite sadness.
Maybe what happened was a divine counterattack.
No tears or sorrow will bring anyone back.
Mind and soul were in a constant fight.
Who would win? Darkness or light.
A vision in my mind, what am I seeing?
A new life will come into being?
Will God set forth a new destiny
Where seen & unseen will strive in harmony
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