Did your mind had stepped on the cobblestones of fraud?hard as it is. yet fragile when tempered and deformed.
Did your hands were laid upon the reins of betrayal?
and pressed it on the feet and heads of those in trial?
We, as nature renders as its most coherent forms
They, as called upon was inferior to our thoughts.
some may think rather of slavery nor tyranny..
but none of this has been a call for this agony.
betrayal and its hierarchy of immense jealousy,
Is winding us in its gale with pure harmony..
Our nerves, numbed by pride and our eyes clouded and blind
Is leading us to its well of sullen divide.
What is willed must bow to what is higher willed..
such belief strains the eyes of those in grief
drowned in pain, eyebrows in vain
while their temples are hacked and knitted with reins
such agony and oppression cries for a fair justice
but their voices, like fire cannot touch the heaven's cornice.
what was death has been doing lately this evening?
for them to be abandoned at the time of their kneeling..
They have wished for it, begged for it..
but death, like a demented deaf drowns on the ceiling.
such tainted truths kept hidden at the eyes of the blindfolded..
for knowing it is like ignorance slaps the face of the anointed..
genocidal, macabre, as dense words can defy..
this truth in accordance by the chains to identify..
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