It Is About Time.

We have been;
Tortured with agony,
The pleasantry being left to rot in ruin.

Progression;
The dictator of the cyclones,
That which devastates the drones.
No matter how we think,
Disaster smashes even;
Thrones.

The moment is uttering.

Who are we;
To resist to fight for the future?
Which is rolled; out of the bags of the immature.
You have the ability to capture,
What should cross the line or not.

Personalize; your season.
The time for being selfish,
has faced depletion.

Personalize; your outcome.
You can nurture the Society;
persuading it to do good,
Get them get in the mood.

Why should you fear?
When you have at least;
an ear to hear,
a nose to sense,
a mouth to speak or taste;
a hand to feel,
a leg to stand with?

You have so much ability to bear,
The burden of the society.

It is about time that;
that we have to work,
as a single body to purge,
what is not supposed to be seen on the page.

In whatever line of work,
that you do; push towards depicting the reality,
to the people who think,
that life is a game.
Many are now wild,
it is your duty to tame,
there is only one blame;
that is the Devil.
We need not to keep tolerating his activity.

In sincerity;
take the moment,
It had been depicting all along.
Yield your hearts to your Creator.
Shun the evil that is afire.

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