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The world seeks help From the conniving Looks with a slant Thoughts are askew Waiting for help Wrongs to do the right Not possible Yet, we choose Misused often The right to choose Veiled desperation Hands do surrender Not to hold one’s hand Breaks the human bond Strikes on the weakened With force Shatters the will And shakes the core The soul screams Much anarchy around Vicious game plan Everyone succumbs To a thundering defeat
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Distressed Times
The world seeks help From the conniving Looks with a slant Thoughts are askew Waiting for help Wrongs to do the right Not possible Yet, we choose Misused often The right to choose Veiled desperation Hands do surrender Not to hold one’s hand Breaks the human bond Strikes on the weakened With force Shatters the will And shakes the core The soul screams Much anarchy around Vicious game plan Everyone succumbs To a thundering defeat
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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