The city was going to
fall. An earthquake?
A flood? No it is war.
Money making and
crime. Two things are
left in my coffer.
Man made had
become better thing than
god made.
Mars sends another
image, of this side―
of the man's earth.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2018 19:51
- Category: Nature
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