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Apr 2017
I'm hallucinating zombies heads twisted
Blood spread on the floor, it's slippery
Should I attract these creatures instead?
Soon before they turn, better hurry

I stepped out unnoticed, it is too dark
Only some pair of green round lights
I froze the moment I heared them bark
Oh Lord! This nightmare, worst bites

The faces of these beasts covered blood
Felt like I'm pushed to edge of a grave
Mine blood they tasted, last breath, dead
I prayed angels to hold me and save

Are my pledges thrown into this pit?
Are the chameleons smiling at this wit?
Redemption - XII

The truth behind metaphorically defines the feeling inside my mind after all these ******* up issues. The people pretended to love you spits straight at your face when the fire is still burning.
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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