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  Jan 2019 Hiruni Nimasha
David Crow
Say
Let go of the hate,
in hours so late,
it's evil to know and
pretend it's not so,
The grave has been dug,
the coffin composed,
you don't want to rush
to conclusions just yet,
I bet, I bet, you know
it is wet,
keep eyes on the road
for you are in debt,
The snow will be melted
with a roll of the dice,
keep eyes on the road
and       obey the advice.
Hiruni Nimasha Dec 2018
A piece of steel
which cannot be broken
Doesn't know the pain
until it's melted
and thrown away
to the hands of a devil
soon to be malted
into a form of sorrow
which cannot find its way
because of the world nature
A world of cruelty,hate and disrespect
led by the evil
of sorrow
To be casted out
by a ray of gold

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