you're a mystery yourself

Friday, December 07, 2007

7:00 PM

The day has came,
When death is brought upon.
Innocent lifes are screaming for mercy,
Justice just does not want to be served.

This is the day,
Awaiting is death.
Blood gushes out rapidly,
The will has been made.

Sorrow and cries are seen,
Yet sneerness and satisfaction are found too.
Bias and unjust exist in the world,
It can never leave.

The day has ended,
Lingering are the dead.
Wanting to comfort their loved ones,
Not forgetting the gulit.

- Does justice rules in our heart or in the predestined?

as the mystery unveils…