When you talk of
a war on the behalf...
you become a sinner.
A self-deceit
wants to believe in demon,
what he was.
In mode of morphing
into a giant, who
had no limbs.
Truth was not
this. It was trying
to prove it was.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2019 00:04
- Category: Nature
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