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                          The End of times! Alas! we see the world in black and white,  Put some color in to bring some light,  Bewildered by none at sight,  Hope is all that we see as bright, Put your armours on; all ready to fight! Protect your children from what may arise.  Fear is all we see at times, Take your plight to the Lord in prayer,  See to it that you're nothing but bare. Hide behind the walls for life, Reminiscing over the time that's lost. Come together outside alive, To see the world changed a lot, Glorious is the sight to behold, Stuck in an ambiguous world; Where all's lost and none is found  Faith that lasts to the end of times!              _Hannah  Merin  💫

      Everything starts with a tea, love!  Everything starts with a tea, love. Down we sat ; tired and parched, Love was poured in to our cups, Each sip complementing the cold breeze,  Relaxed smiles were all you could see, Endless chatter sprung with a spree,   Peaceful smiles and laughter all around,            Oh, the joy that lasted for long, Magnificent was the sight to behold,   Everything starts with a tea, love.                      - Hannah merin 💫 

                                         Enough is enough,           The cries that cannot be answered,                  The eyes that lay lifeless,           The screams that ring in the silence,           The voices that echo in the absence.                                   Enough is enough,                       Lives that are drained,                 Cur...

                    FIGHTER!!     She was trapped in a wall so high,   Couldn't break from the creepy vines.   She was alone with none at sight,                     No one who saw the strangling swines.  She was a survivor underneath the smiles,   Locked inside to silent cries.                               She was lost in the darkest nights,                          No refuge at sight tonight!   She was afraid of falling apart,  A warrior locked away within.  She had enough of hidden scars,  On to set free the raging fire.                               She was a survivor trapped within,...

                                   BURN                               I burn bright,                              I die at night,                           I'm made to flare,                           But am I to blame.                         ...

                     Is it too late? A place we're we've been sent, A second home they said. Be at ease we are here they said, We trusted and stayed. Time passeth by, Memories treasured, Moments cherished, Remain in the deep. Walking through the corridor, I remember the days; The days of old were we made trouble, The days that we've laughed too hard, Now echoes remain, Silence taken control. Took it all for granted, Thought we had time; But we were wrong. We forgot "time flies", Is it too late to say goodbye?                                  _ Hannah💫