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Entrapped within a worldly affair,

Time to surrender a deep breath

And a hope or two along with it

Some thousand unheard prayers.

Under the debris, I hear the thunder

Of the destructed chimneys of solitude,

That once let the grudges, vapour away.

The shields now broken, the dust has settled

Why to whimper now,

You are dead, already.

I watch you, see it all,

Like a moving reel of tainted pictures,

From above, the heavenly hollows,

And as you await another life,

I await another death.