By Abhinav Singh
In the Year 2225 the church is lonely,
no one to visit.
The state's head is the new God, crossing the limit.
The war widows and the orphans plead
Stop the War! Stop the war!
The victims flesh bleed.
My heart is torn! My heart is torn!
No prayers in the church, all the Fathers are dead.
The survivors begging in the offices of states head.
The God appears , asks the survivors to pray in front of new God
God says this is the demand of the time,
nothing is odd .
Earlier, I was god , now I left that for the sake of peace.
All my control has now been ceased.
God is willing to leave the world under its own control.
Asking the survivors to pray to State heads to reconsider their goal.
Have peace! Have peace! Have peace!