The verdict

Sitting on the chair
Upright in posture

Invigorously I know not
When I craned my head up

Thoughts huddled together
For the warmth unknown

The fan was zooming
Pullying the ceiling down

One touch the foot
One touch the sky

Such elevation
Lofted beyond the roof

Loam moistened
Every pore of my being

The verdict will soon happen
 The judgment day will come