When you predict
your end, I sell myself
to die on cross.
The trick to rise
from dust shows the strength
to make immortal―
Your name. why
do you like the game of power.
I will not play poker.
Many unanswered
questions still remain live
between lies and death of gods.
You will come back
to me one day for rebirthing
the old alchemy of love.
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Author:
satishverma (
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