Rough tides,

Trying once more, maybe I will shoot the stars.

Blisters boil in my heart, memories will forever be my scars.

I exempt an easy way out from my checklist.

Probably I need someone to talk to and phase out this malicious beast.

I am not in the best position to question the circumstances of my adversity.

If I ever going to heal from this, then the peace of mind will be reinstated.

So broken like the walls of Jericho.

The earth is treating me like dwellings in Hades.

Gracious King who wipes out sin in every human being.

Teach me how to be grateful and strong in faith in these trying times.

Affliction tale comforted by a divine spirit that restores hope to the masses.

Filtering off the works of the scribes whose pen is mightier than a sword.

A world of trials that gives you no guarantee despite being insured.

Assets Gutted in grey ashes like ancient remains.

Roasting our blood vessels when our works are archived.

Maybe the moon will never beam light once I rest under the sun.

The infancy will neither repeat itself nor an excuse of misfortune save my gains.

Carrying the burden is one big fight that I have to triumph.

Standing in the gap when my heart is bleeding in tears.

In accepting that storms and summer are part of the season.

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