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There is a deep dark hole
That swallows shrinking souls
This dark hole is manmade
And the arts never fades.
Wish truth could be embroiled
And service be recoiled
So promises could come true
For the sky to stay blue.
But dead are the chariots
And Angels before us.
The champagne births an ace
Even with a smooth face
But long legs always win
And many are turned in
Enjoying pool of blood
Slitting throats with sharp swords
Sharing sweats, drinking tea
Blind indeed is justice.
How can afflictionRepel tribulationIn a mutilated Nation?Have you felt it real,Lifetime climbing a hillYet treading on a treadmill ?We live in terrainsDiversity could gainBut we…
An empty spoonAnd plates forleseThe hard cheese do,Sequential breed...Working the roomPigs lie and kneel...With a long broomFor onion's peel...The more they lookThe less they see,Flat…
Cracking walls and wobbling beamsWithout love and without dreamsI may agree; "no place like home",But I just can't feel at home...Nothing pleasant at this pointAll…
A single mouth is hard to findAmongst a people of tribalistic minds...The slightest wind is never wedgedWe rather our townsmen unqualifiedThan an outsider most qualified;Religion…
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