I followed the cruel and affected life.
I considered this dawn was green
But it was black.
Everywhere was silent and everyone
Was quiet.
There was no rise at dawn
There was an exhuation after a
Funeral pyre.
After a three nights eyes were
Blinded with freeze.
Light of misbehavior brought a
Unsympathetic ways.
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