Less Than Seven

Death By A Thousand Cuts

Our songs, our films. United, we stand.
Our country. Guess it was a lawless land.

Days and nights couldn't be completed without death. Dead bodies mysteriously appearing everywhere in the Publication Office. No marks. No footages. They just appear in the most mysterious, annoying, chaotic, and bloody way. Bloods were like ink of pens being used in writing articles. Its smell makes people vomit. Flowing fresh blood from the bodies seek for truth. Seek for justice. Seek for something significant. Something has to be unfolded.

The ties were black, the lies were white. In shade of gray, there is no candlelight. The sky that people are seeing today are the skies of darkness. Its gloomy, obscure, and tenebrific appearance has brought fear, worry, and even such chaotic episodes.

Its episodes saddened countless of innocent people turning them to worry about everything. Life was never worse, but never better. It seems like, these people who are wearing a black pair of outfits with a black-tie were being poisoned by the sharp venom of cash and coins and even cents.