Author – @GeorgeWritings

Every step, every decision, every love or hate, every gaze;

We walk into a trap.

If doubt, dread or fear and sicknesses gives us a tap.

Death pays a visit with slaps … and the same way in our heart sorrow takes a nap.

Death had never understood our body. It takes it as dissect.

We’re nothing in front of it, same as insects.

We predict our life in the middle of homicide or genocide;

Because we’re fedup with death taking our dreams, loved ones and our soul!!

Death is lurking for souls.

We now know death …so we would make our dreams rise up from all pitfalls.

Death, this is our plans…we’ll fail to fall.

– @GeorgeWritings

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