My senses still working during virus attack,
O lord I've no disease,still breathing.
Conflicted world turns around me;
Great havoc smiles at large extent.
No remedy, no vaccines; mortals are on danger
My senses still working, no damage occurred,
Archipelago sounding masks as if
Hiding their face-to-face separated sins.
Lost faith, wonderinganywhere -destitutes,
Still have faith, still breathing, O Lord
Save world as saved Noah, generated new era;
Concrete faith solidified humanity-doom's days.
Hear O, hear; Gabriel blowing his trumpet,
Arrival of Jesus sounds a lot- Great signs,
My mind has shaken, shirk -thirst not quenched
Omnipotence arisen, science has died, look here.
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