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Aug 2023
There is always a different side to every story
But this one's an interesting history
This story was no allegory
But a fact-based tell-tale to tell up until century

It was made up by these maritesses
Feeling inspectors, judges and witnesses
As if, they saw the scene of the crime
Blabbering about nonsense things at that time

Just like the issues fade, people fade
It might take us all in a decade
But they revealed everything
And it gets interesting

We go round in circles blaming everyone
Some scattered hearsays and hoaxes are on the run
Trying to please everyone
That ***** sure had a lot of fun

Who among these people are deserving to be blamed?
Yet, we can't even point fingers or name names
How about a rain check on the situation
Let's ask her for her true intentions

Now you try to walk around losing your head
I heard, the devil is off with your head
But have you seen your head in that silver platter
There's no need to flatter

Now you're everyone's talk of the town
All of the rumors were spread in your town
You let everyone down
In your sorrows, you drown

Well, let me tell you the story of the couple from *
I know you were either interested or intrigued to hear it too

Little did everyone know
She felt guilty, went to his grave and pleaded to him to forgive her
The deceased's kin were too angry to face her
Vengeance will be served, and so is justice too
Karma is already on the upper hand's menu

Moments are capsulized that turned into memory
A congratulatory address turned into an unforgettable eulogy
Beauty sleeps turned into "in the loving memory"

Even my wounds that cut so deep can’t be healed by a band-aid
**** up and forget the promenade
Let me take you somewhere to juggernaut down memory lane
Every grain, every salt, you’re no saint

You’re the mastermind of everything
Every time the pendulum swings
Karma is already knocking on your door
I hope you rot in hell, down to the core

Time flies by so fast, the moment you broke his wings
He can no longer fly away with his broken wings
Sometimes clock ticks’ life away
Whenever we were unaware, it goes to waste or fly away
yndnmncnll
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yndnmncnll  24/F/Philippines
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