Digging deep into our roots, we are not so comfortable as our standard of living slowly reduces. It has been a bitter experience for us, but still we have no other option, we are already in this, our foots are in the coldness of the waters.
Cries of agony, depression, suicidal missions, fall in living standard, mortality, and so much more are what we cannot bear, for they seem too much for a body whose soul is about to depart from. It was damn hard like hell.
Quick recap, everything seemed to be normal, we were in trouble though, but we had a hope that we could get liberated from it. We never knew that even the Word of God was against our decision as we blindly went for the wrong choice, as even the alternative too wasn’t preferable. This I had known would be highly or nearly disastrous for us.
The gloom on our faces is definitely about the doom we are in. I must admit, we are really in pains and sadness. We are getting poorer, what could we do ? Definitely something. But it hurts when we fail to realise we are part of our own failing, we are the rope holding ourselves from getting liberation.
Our home was once an abode flowing with milk and honey, covered with gold plates and dipped in the sugar of life. But where are those sweetness anymore ? Can we say we are almost in ruins ? It has gotten to a situation where we can’t hear ourselves cry, we seem voiceless.
YES…The word VOICELESS we are.
*THE LOST ONES WITH LOST VOICES*
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