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May 2021
OUR SOULS

Sold we have our souls to the wicked satan;

That's why, rules us he these days, with his baton.

Sadly we away have moved from nobility n ethics

Happily he practices the divide n rule mathematics.

If only conquer we, our deviating mischievous mind;

Stop being selfish, proud, egoistic, callous n unkind

Rule us, he just cannot, n most miserably fail will.

But create we have to, a strong backbone, to this deal;

Like our noble forefathers, do we will have to deeds good;

Bring black the lost glory, this definitely would.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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