satishverma

Breakdown

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.

Comments1

  • LAWLESS

    The proof is not knowing.



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