Think or not
You are caught
With dilemma
It is real dogma
What are we afraid of?
How to cry and laugh?
We have no measurement criteria
It is body caught with asthma
We have faith
That is engulfed with bad breathe
People keep distance
And take no chance
So when we assess
We feel like to cover face
Show no presence
And run away at once
It is real
That we feel
Try to fill
With deadly kill
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