A Write-up by Kelist Key


Being waked up by the morning bell,
We've waited so patiently for the Messiah.
Our teeth gripped wit fear,as we peeped
Into the great threat of the snow-dust.
Our emotional nerves was being cut down.
From the moment we hear the final words of d deciders.
We were many under d branch of sorrow,
Hoping for a reverse of d unspeakable 'The One'.
To the black seas of our heart,
Did our pride sank into.
To the smiling of the sun,is our doom.
But still,we wished for more upon the groom.
Like gentle killing blue fire,choice of what we had taken.
Burns up all our achievement, hopes n dreams.
Just as the die is cast,into the black space,
The unicorn loose its horns n ready to accept its fate.
Traveling to a thousand miles of no directions,
The sand received him unaware.
Speaking of these is against the law until,
The confirmation of the weather forcast is sure.
Betrayed, denied, abused by his folks,
The former is now the winner.
The bloodshed is his doomed.
The strongest weapon of the former,
Is the weakest weapon of the latter.
Still we await 'The One'. — feeling angry.