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Sep 2017
On a dusty road
Walking alone
Carrying my load
My body all bones
Shackling, dangling
Withered skin
Like a reptile camouflaging
From its tail to fin
My burdens are heavy
But he denies to take me
Says I am not ready, I've gone crazy
Under the hot sun and cold moon
All I prayed to, none fulfilled my boon
So I seeked the death lord to take me
But it didn't listen to my plea
The sand dust, makes small dunes on my eyes
The leviathans sleek their tongues and spies
While walking, my feet leaves a red pattern
Yet no one's willing to take me in, that's for certain
I am a sinner but I killed no one
I betrayed my ownself
By trusting a face shifter alone
The load was heavy, so I tried committing suicides
Each time someone stopped and so became my guides
Now I am walking, so my loads drop by the road side
Little by little my timid soul, opens from its hide
On the lead way, the devil lied
Dressed like a monk, it came to me like a surprise
It was after my soul, was trading it with gold
The forbiddened advice,
Coz I knew it was the devil in disguise
I am walking towards the new horizon
The death lord intervened to renew my death licenses
I am like the centaur from the epic time
Heeded with superiority, on my blood spilled no crime
I am now at a graveyard, walking with the shackle bones
Rattling underneath the ground, are many unknowns
Here I shall lay my withered raptured body,
Coz my soul angel is near, with my new reformed body...


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Seema
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Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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