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Aug 2014
An unquiet mind,
Toiling with thoughts,
Evil as the doom that lines the dusk.
And on your doorstep the devil waits,
Vicious words, way of the world
To taunt and hate.
So what does your devil look like?
Pain, disgrace or greed and shame?
Hatred boils, right to the core of the soul and heart.
Soldering iron, ablaze, red hot,
Imprinting a gene, an instinct sought.
And as the night creeps in, so does humankind
A curse, or so I believe, to wander the low land.
What you sow, so shall you reap,
And in heaven, will your judgment heap.
The way of the world to my unquiet mind
Shadows daring to seek out the wrath.
Pure evil, our hearts are dark,
And in this hour of the darkest night
Seek out the only light that shines within.
Meenu Syriac
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Meenu Syriac  India
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