Are you lost
Are you lost?
Lost in the chaos,
Chaos of death among the living.
Are you shaking?
Shaking to the core,
unable to comprehend the diving.
Are you afraid of telling the truth?
Sacred roses, dodge the bullet.
Bullets clean and fresh,
out of the living, we dare stay stunned,
look around they fire!
Shots preaching, piercing the soul,
amid the thousand lights of dilemma grow.
Why perhaps we lost the souls,
Why did I not die instead?
Some rituals are for the living,
even if dead, stabbed, or turned,
life of the dead is not so gleaming,
as heard in fairy tales.
Where shall we start,
Where shall we end,
nothing is for sure.
But, how do we say with confidence "we will WIN".
Such are the vibrant urges of the living,
that none can tear apart.
How shall one deny the asset,
when they perceive their way out?
Now shall the dead charge to stay,
demand to live among the living.
While the living souls fear of
to be lost in their own life.
Are you lost?
Lost in the chaos,
Chaos of death among the living.
Where shall we start,
Where shall we end,
nothing is for sure.
The End!
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