There comes a time,
when they put you in a coma,
when it's 30 days of night ,
Horror lingers in toxic air of the forgotten city,
Where LEFT is just another Right ,
And brotherhood means Associated Assassins Union,
And In the absolute abscene of light,
you stay still,
Perhaps want to go to supermarket, To buy A few Candle sticks , Mints, and some Basil,
In the cold darkness of such a thought,
You remain still....
What a drag it is,
Dreadful even,
Don't you think?
By GolnarMoienynamin
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Author:
GoalieMoinin (
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- Published: May 30th, 2025 04:41
- Category: Unclassified
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