It is a crime building strong trust in putrescible souls,
I wonder how Rivers of blood bring peace?
Only the lionhearted souls can trade their trust
And gain whatever is putrescible souls gave 'em.
Weather truth or false, the feet of those who dig grave are waiting at the doorstep,
To carry the next specious host into the six feet room.
I had learned my lesson,
When I told my mom, I'm going to dwell
By the seashore, I want to forever gaze at the beauty of nature.
At the sight of the furious ocean,
my imagination was far from the reality.
That's when I knew that life
Out of my Source's four walls, filled with
Savage, heartless and ignorance.
The wolves are walking to and fro like devil,
Waiting for the next prey to devoured.
When a man is growing
ReplyDeleteThe difference will clear
Immagin such an illution
Is never an ambition
To put upon estimation.
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