The Tormented Earth
A morning when the eyes can't be open.
Unfathomably it spreads all over.
Is it morning or night in disguise?
Drizzling acid creates a rainbow,
That has no colour, only black and white.
A world in silence breathes an air,
Of deadly pollution, dust, and jot.
The soul that sins, take birth here,
And succumbs to drunken revelry.