Who does not let passion control his will,
Who gets rid of his mental greed to ****,
Most perish in understanding the fact of life,
Assuming each day they walk on sharp knife,
It's easy to console someone you care for,
But gets ugly when the demand rises more,
In a matter of time, everything changes,
People we cared for become strangers,
Deep in the mind buried are the accuses,
Reasoning out why one lives with such abuses,
Curses from bleeding emotion spits in motion,
Drives us insane with the help of grinning potion,
It's evident that most of us give up easily,
To give way to the horrific deeds done evilly,
In a matter of time,we survive,
In a matter of time, we thrive,
In a matter of time, all is gone,
And lifeless we live cause life goes on...


©sim

emblazoned on the gang's coat of arms
was the following logo
we fight without any principles
for we are of the very low

***** tactic achieve our ends
and we take pride
in the way we trample all over
the much politer tends

stray not into the areas
that we patrol and control
as our thuggery will
hammer a robust toll

our triumphs are legendary
across many a land
we've a history in employing
the grubbiest hand

one qualification which is essential
when joining our accord
that's to be a bandit capable
of playing the foul sword

The lakes and mountains
Are my escape
A hiatus from life's ache.

Tongues of seethe fire,
Licks the mesmerizing sky.
Making majestic,
Flow of blazing twisting vines
While the sun sets sneakingly.

©sim