Fluid motions of this wicked world,
Bind my hands in shackles of shame.
As soon as I break free to let love unfurl,
I am staring at the face of a brand new sham.

Pieces of filth and your famous fangs,
Potions of magic by your musical gang..
You reap the seeds you sow in me,
Relishing in me, is your rampant poison ivy.

Paper seekers of the paradise birth
Wallow in dirt with humour and mirth..
I revenge the ink with the ancient stand
A poet whose vengeance is all but grand.



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