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Sep 2018
The world's going to ****
While it's also
At its best
Living conditions do ****
But at the same time
It's at its most luxurious
It really does depend
Upon the observers perspective
And that's why no one
Can ever be right
There's always going to be chaos
And mayhem
Between the haves and have nots
And funnily enough
There can never be a true distinction
Between the two
Mentioned above
There's always going to be
A sort of
Bangarang
Among each
"class"
Of society
So, to be honest,
Who's the real judge here
Who's the real observer
:
Everyone
And at the same time
No one
;
Because no one
And nothing
Lasts for ever
Except
The concept of time
And the energy
That it
Reflects
And
It has its own ways
Of slowly,
But permanently,
Laying the dust
On any sort of
Bangarang
Rahul Luthra
Written by
Rahul Luthra  Hyderabad
(Hyderabad)   
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   Jason James
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