Written by Chaka PX

Our fears has come to our door steps

we have been invaded by our weaknesses,

no stone left unturn but further weakness.

Traded to the hand of the destroyer,

without mercy we ate our own flesh.

Regroup the sound of new idea,

feeds our weakness to be bold.

For new world to emerge one need to die,

our new destination is not written

on the blood that was shade but

by the number of sacrifice we have made.

We surely have our share,

but it feels good to be the hero,

Re-structure we all heard.

and its done.



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