Out of dream,
it readies you to perform
a yajna to eject the
darkness.
After sacrifice
the show of strength comes.
You start the wiper to
remove the spots from
your limbs.
While killing the
truth, you never knew that
stains would become
stigmas.
You need nitrus oxide
or psilocybin to ease
the depression.
It makes money
when you sell the wounds.
After all the weapons
were sent for that.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2021 01:30
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
so morbidly true,
there are so many who profit from other's pain
whilst complaining
about the stresses and strife, in their lives
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