At the height of his success one stumbled down. At the break of dawn the sun's ray is broken. With the echo of hope one was shot with a bullet. And with the thunderous sound of thousands of feet walking...a lot are falling flat in the ground.
Hopelessness.
Emptiness.
Tears.
And with a trace of a doubtful shadow in the pit of a morning light. And the knock of a little girl filthy of defeat and hunger. Of the smiles of people who lost their normalcy. Of the moans of the women who were being sold by their innocence. Of the men with lots of questions and the pagans who preach animosities. These are the new faces of tomorrow.A nightmare burnt to hell!
He who wishes to perish was given more of life. He who was gifted of wisdom was murdered in a populated market. He who doesn't seem to care was given of an everlasting wealth. And he who is full of lies was vested with light.
The irony of life!Insane.Moronic.Sadistic. Lucratic. I'll be clinging on the society cornered with doubts and vengeance. And as I will die tonight...I don't have any regrets nor burdens to lift.I am as free as a dove but caged in the democracy of beggars.
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