Percussion of thoughts...

Percussion of thoughts… Foundations ruined! Foundations formed! Demise of values… Morals found! Morals lost! Array of rights… What’s sought? What’s got? Accusations flaunted - Baseless, thoughtless. Emotions displayed - Fake, forged, fictitious. A world, Where ambiguity reigns Like Kings in a dream. Where love comes to those Who yearn for debris. Where lust becomes Dharma And destruction becomes Karma. Where do I stand? If I kill, I may succeed. And return to being a baby Smiling and sleeping to lullabies.

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