I thought I was prepared for suffering, but no body can endure this relentless storm.The pain it bestows, irremediable, searing deep into my core.They trampled upon my soul, crushing it to dust, leaving no lifeblood to course through my veins.
I, once the morning's laughter, the sun to all living beings,
Now wander desolate streets, where laughter's echoes have ceased.
Day by day, we found solace in nothingness.Nothing meant an absence of bombs, a void without fire.A simple bed, a sanctuary, and family filled the void.But now, everything is nothing, life's fullness a vacant shell.
You've abandoned me, God, left me to bear this burden alone.
I couldn't be saved, for you witnessed it all, knew it all, yet still I'm not your chosen one.I'm not your loyal friend; the car remains motionless, my body a hollow vessel.My countenance, etched with bitterness, my body seethes with righteous indignation.
For I cannot comprehend, I know not what to believe.
In this desolation, only the boom remains my faithful companion.
Only the boom is my ally.
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