Gaily bedight. We wine and dine. We forsake Divinity and embrace Humanity. In-depth love is substituted for Superficial love; spiced up by pretensions and sycophancy. Casting aspersions daily upon the Meek and Poorly lived.
The Early Bird neither slacks nor lags behind in the catch of the cake. It is that such sweet- scented, super fabulous false lips that never fail to draw a cup of water from the pond.
The school of competition is engaged by the early birds alone. But on wings of flames, we would rise and float across the forehead of their joy. Though rumors of blood are rained, reason and logic would forbid us to recompense. Save for the Hereafter!!!!
Times and the Reality 