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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 01, 2016

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Submitted: June 01, 2016




And as the world drained down our spines,

Making us fear our own existence,

And when suicidal bombs of torn ropes and broken bodies,

Were worn as florals under the night sky,

Choking the gods to madness.

"As if we are dead already,"

Screamed the eternal singularity of suffering.

Madness of all caste,creed,sex and dreams

Promised to kill each other and fight for their rights 

to freedom

And sang songs of modern philosophy.

 When we reasoned with love

And chose chaos over darkness,

we lost our souls to our pride of brotherhood, 

And meaningless sense of humanity.

And when righteous soldiers of hypocrisy,

killed every living thing on Earth,

They smiled for the first time in their lives.

We fought and fought till there was nothing to bleed,

And we were left suspended

In our own SCHIZOPHRENIC minds,


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