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Corona

Life, seeking light in dim,
Reality colour our world with grim
Every moment counts gloom
Time stick, ways yarn from its own ways
Oh Lord, it seems like we are hewn
From where we belong, to where we don’t know.

I count, my counting fails,
What can man do? In a world that trembles on a dreadhill,
Houses and place of worship remain in silent
Everyone build shield of safety
For protection to abide in each tent.
I wonder in thought,
My thighs fly like a vulture
Nothing I can devour
Everyone in silent,

Oh Mercy, we plead even though
We are innocent in the midst of guilt,
Corona is on motion
Without notion,
But I know your motion
Have no plan in note.
I pray your aim will be in the pit forever…

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