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MASKS OF FEAR🎭 (1)

MASKS OF FEAR🎭 (1)

Cold hard beer on my lips,
Edible with small talks,
Whispers of our downfall,
The onset of our fated end.

Sited at the corner,
I see a sea of people,
Faceless human beings,
With tear-less eyes yet crying.

I have done my part today,
Bandaging my face with a mask,
A mask that screams uncertainty,
The kind that is terrifying and mute.

They said it might be today,
The end,
Yet…

Perhaps better heaven awaits,
An Eden without the masks of dismay,
The more precious kinds,
Than the victim’s health,
For failing short of.

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