MIRACLES>

Lacerations and wounds
Bullet holes in my head
There to bleed, left to die
How cold the heart can be?

What on earth is the price
To trade for an innocent soul?
For Judas, twas 30 silver coins
For this, a simple cell phone

Short gun, shot power
scuffling like thunderbolt
Can still feel the cold steel
And the blast, while i scream

Getting up in the Limbo
Clutching my head with hands
Betwixt life and death
Never knowing the difference yet

So easy to recite these woes
Wont be blinded by sentiments
Tis a cutting edge Miracle
Got hit, but the bullet is not there

Am tempted to ask a lot of questions
Defeated by silent terror
Worked up by anxiety inside
Keeping my restless mind awake

For how long will I be haunted
And for how long will i grow with daily hate?
I resolve to thank God and see..
My life as a daily Miracle!!

(c) Gagman Cleopas