Sigh at the Signs

Slowly, walking down the path
Anticipating in the wrath
As the truth eventually unwrap;
Piece by piece, the evidence revealed
Not at all amused nor appeal
Thank goodness, the truth didn't kill;
Least not kill the spirit
Just removed the merits
THAT IS WHAT IT IS, the truth befits.

Slowly, layer by layer peeled
The truth is seen
How fuggly and tragic, it is;
Life has never failed to drop a surprise
Without any effort, nor even an attempt to try
But tears are no more to cry, just heaved a sigh;
Not surprised, yet it is disheartening
Nature has taken its course, so tragically
The end is coming, how according, cos it is a cry of help, failing.

Could one curse and damn the one to hell of no return
Burn!
But on the contrary, a moment of silent
In prayers recite
The eyes from the heaven
The sickle that slayed earth haven
Will carry out its justice
With a clench of fist
Once and for all
Behold!

Patience
Appease
Sigh, at the signs of things coming
How saddening.