Poem -

the god is dead

THE GOD IS DEAD A DECADE AGO

THE LIFE IS THRILLED BY THE BLOW

I CAN SEE THE ANGUISHING EARTH

THE AGONY OF PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW -

THE GOD IS DEAD INSIDE YOU...

THE PARADISE IS POLLUTED.

BUT NO ONE KNOWS WHOSE FAULT?

BLAMING OTHERS WITH THUNDER STORMS

BUT STILL THE TAR IS HARD TO REMOVE

THE PARADISE IS FILLED WITH DIRT..

EVERY RESIDENCE OF THIS WORLD

JOIND THEIR PALMS AND PRAYED TO LORD -

OH MY LORD PURIFY THE HEAVEN

ITS STINGING BAD THAN THE HELL ITSELF..

THE LORD SMILED AND ANSWERED -

WHO AM I TO CLEAN THE STREET OF PARADISE

MY HOUSE IS CLEAN, MY HEART IS PURE

THE REST IS NOT MY CONCERN..

THE CITIZENS CAME OUT PROTESTING

HOLDING THE BANNERS LIGHTING MATCHSTICKS

THE SLOGAN EMERGED FROM THE SEA -

WE NEED JUSTICE THE ZENITH SHOULD BE CLEAN..

THE LORD THEN LAUGHED AND SAID POLITELY-

ITS U ALL OH SON WHO CAN CLEAN IT..

UR HEART IS FILLED WITH TAR OF CANCER

UR VOICE ARE JUST TO SHOW YOUR HUNGER

WHO AM I WHAT MY POWER?

I WAS BY YOU , YOU ARE MY OWNER..

THE GOD IS DEAD A DECADE AGO

BUTS IT REMNANTS ARE IN UR SOUL..

THE PEOPLE STOPPED ,

THEY UNDERSTOOD THE WORDS..

I HOPE THAT YOU ALL WILL THINK IT ONCE..

THE HEAVEN IS TRANSPARENT AS THE GLASS

THE HANDS OF PEOPLE REMOVED THE TAR.

OH MY DEAR COUNTRYMEN,

UR VOICE ARE TOO LOW TO REACH HEAVEN..

BUT THE POWER LIES IN UR HANDS,

STOP PRAYING THE GOD IS DEAD

COME OUT TO CLEAN THE EARTH FOR GOD'S RESURRECTION.

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