Someone in the circle is trying to get even—and I believe that they are actually cowardice, lurking behind bars, throwing stones but sad to say, too afraid to walk tough—chest to chest.
How poor they are—knowing the fact that they only can be so mouthful with those insolence words, but up there (in their skull) they actually have nothing to be proud of.
I pity them.
Maybe they can’t stand continuing their life living in fake and denial. Too afraid to see others’ happiness—but too brave to blame one’s fate as destiny malfunction. (God, bless them)
Dear Allah—
Please have mercy on them…
For they are not too far from your hell’s flame.
Amin.
How poor they are—knowing the fact that they only can be so mouthful with those insolence words, but up there (in their skull) they actually have nothing to be proud of.
I pity them.
Maybe they can’t stand continuing their life living in fake and denial. Too afraid to see others’ happiness—but too brave to blame one’s fate as destiny malfunction. (God, bless them)
Dear Allah—
Please have mercy on them…
For they are not too far from your hell’s flame.
Amin.
p/s: shhhhh.... ;)
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