Who cares when we've been taken to our last breath! Our mothers, fathers, partners, children or friends??

Are any of these really mourned because we; the deceased, are going to collide in a linear collision with the bizarre punishments of the grave or before it?!

My answer is too simple, the mourners in all aspects,grieve just showing that they will miss the fleshy dead human! But as for now, stop it, I beg you; stop it! I further beg you to stop it; and why?

Your sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, or in-laws are busy taking their next journey, and busy starving and yearning for dams and oceans of pure or impure water, and not even a licking tap, or even erosive running water, to flow into any part of their body! You're just crying for missing the face of that person! Rather than crying for the Lord of the Earth and Heavens to help the most needy departing soul from the timely shell of it; the body.

Joke, woosh...! You will finally see me for the testimony because I felt it! Till the Mercy was thrown at me without a sounding word but a miraculous act!

It was a great time when the festival was ending, marking the opening of the new month.

I was partying with my friends within the hostel and I received a strong desire for water.

I had to send my friend Ogwen to get me a bottle of mineral water.

This friend of mine was naughty enough as he didn't bring the water in time!

I went to my decker with a great thirst!

Death is the deepest horrible and ruthless dream, which encounters the mega-pixelated vision and audibilities of the highest level!

A thunderbolt on my head!

Gravitational force was brought into effect!

The fire-infested pond was well built and seemed to be bottomless!

My college mates were as if on loud loudspeakers!

I tried waking up but I was as weak as a straw!

From 7:30pm-1;00am, was the end of the deepest dream and I noticed these;

The furthest lightning and thunderbolts are for the living, but the nearest is for the dead!

Death's journey is half past a deep dream!
The strongest building materials were used for constructing hell!

The soulless listen more than the living, and so; let's stop shouting where there's a deceased!

Finally, if you're in the next life, you can't stop your neighbors from doing their activities such as eating, drinking or comic conversations or dialogue, around your copse!

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