Walk slowly.
Stop and look
Can you see the writings on the wall?
Do you understand the meaning behind it?
Everything is really clear now
Time is up for the blind
Reading between the lines won’t help anymore
Do you see what is happening to the world?
The poor souls that are living here
The dark tormented souls
The souls of little ones perishing
Slowly disappearing from them
Forever vanishing from the naked eye
If you choose to die today
Where will your soul go?
To the beautiful sky up above
Or the unknown of the abyss
We all have the right to commit suicide
Do we have to act on that right?
Is that right right?
Walk slowly
Stop and look
Can you see the writingz on the wall?
no more fiddling, no more pannicing; we're near the end. ow well kudala kwatshiwo. all we can do now is live wile we're still alive and worry about the abysmal sky later. good work -nkuja
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poet wish to the beautiful sky up above Or the unknown of the abyss We all have the right to commit suicide Do et it...