[Sannoos]

Since no one writes, I thought of writing something ...

Such a night that darkness is a master, a morning is yet to await the sunrise. I am touching the beauty of the theme that holds my feelings upside down; I sense the goodness of what badness is happening in our splendid glory of wisdom. Nations are falling to the ground of their tired feet and the greenness of earth is becoming pyramids of sand; far away near the burning sun, towers of gold are collapsing.

They have drawn the bad out of the good, pretending goodness is what they seek; peace is yet to earn, by ordnances of eradication no stillness is to get. They seem so calm protecting us from the fear of their selves, but in the depth of their dark eyes they spell terror into our lives playing the Unite of Territories.

Nations are falling, once again, we believe God is there watching all, but they don’t. Do they take in that the sunrise of humans’ extinction is awaiting their further blast of peace?