Suction and Phantom
People are running for the illusion, I observe.
And believe what the crow says and swerve.
It can be found on the back of a military vehicle.
The country will soar to the hump of the clouds lull.
Even though the disagreement and ten quarrels.
Also, despite the gloom and the weather trials.
we were unsure about the despotic reign of the ego
Men are humiliated by this act, as well as their credo
At what point did tyrants' control become a collar?
Deliverance for those who are on the verge of blander.
Where are the intellects, and where is the truth?
We hope that chaos and disorder might result in soothe
Written: August 24, 2021
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