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Lamentation

the buried shall rise to torment the living, unimaginable are its effects and its curses,

ye hath doth man deceived himself, his brethren and his blood.

hate has never won the war nor civilization has ever seen the days of heaven.

the hell shall arise upon thee who hated his brother, the cursed are his loved ones in the years to come beyond his time and imagination.

ye man you are always at the receiving end by your ego and arrogance.

in the name of nation, in the name of color, for the want of love you waged a war that lasts for generations to come, thy results will linger on forever.

ye have no idea about thee, ye have no idea about life, ye have no idea about god.

ye are destined to live in ignorance and die in darkness, yet thinking that you are living under the sun of knowledge.

ye man you have blundered right from the beginning with no end in sight of its end, why are you bringing upon you such a curse from mother nature?

she is benevolent all the time, there will be a time when she no longer loves you, when that time arrives you, your children, your nation will be the ant in the flood of the ocean that will wash away everything you built that touches the sky.

ye man, my son, I'm crying for your foolishness, you only brought curse upon yourself, my son.

the sea shall rise, mountains will crumble, oceans empty on the lands, the land will bury in the waters.

ye man you have no idea of who you are, all ye know is your name, your religion, your color, your nation, thinking that these are your end you will celebrate in the glory of your ignorance only to repent in the days of your grand children.

the sky will burn, the sun will scorn, the dust will come back to hit you from the deep cosmos, your pride will vanish in the blink of an eye, your arrogance will crumble like a burned wood, now you realize that you are a mere speck in the ocean of infinite.

history will repeat itself just as it happened some 120 life times before.

wake up atleast in the last days to come, give succor to the poor, give justice to the oppressed.

you are weighed down with a billion curses upon your head, you are no match to the pure and the chaste, the will of the dead ones will rise upon you.

holy god is not in the realm of your mind, the holy god will look upon thee with no love no hate, the holy god will only see.

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