There was blood in his eyes
Like a ferrocious lion about to strike
Cold in all emotions hot but in motion
Closely watching his eyes again
I saw what raw emotions could be shaped by
And when he strikes me with the blow of Fate
I know I m dead before its late
Where can i save my soul I begin to think
When evil strikes can God hold anything
And so still silently dying like all do
But ask myself are we still just upto
Can we be of responsible for our action
Or will all be just an act of retribution...
Sunny
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