Bed Of Stings

satishverma

Unconsciously―
you take on the impossible.
What is left, was yours.

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Creed suffers. Pen wins.
Religion buys a new god.
You won't remember.

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Bring the semi-truths,
lies bloom, among the converts.
Who was the original?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2022 20:27
  • Category: Nature
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