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I ask, and yet it remains withered like a gasoline rainbow of discrimination 

I ask, and yet eternities scramble reality and lean over my watery eyes

I ask, and yet there isnt a explination where all the good has gone far

I ask, and yet the hatered gets slammed over my eye lids and mocks my sanctuary

I ask, and yet my silence empowers over my grief and words gets slaughtered, mingled in sadness

I ask, and yet I die among millions sharing the same seconds of lonliness , and departure from trust

I ask and yet I remain trustworthy before my naked soul ready to die thousand deaths to protect it

I ask and yet I remain in the abyss of nothingness, wandering through the empty tombs of betrayal

Silent, unasked

While the morning peers over my resting shoulders to whisper a connection over humanity and its injustice.

In loss I ask

I ask of loss.