I am the Dark
Silent to unfair Partialities
Subject to Social Vulnerabilities
Witness to Minor Criminalities
Idle to Public Responsibilities
I am the Dark!
Resulting in Mass Atrocities
Waking up to Stray mortalities
Numb to Countless Disparities
Failing to Prevent Cancer Calamities
I am the Dark!
Driven by guilty Estacies,
Working for Common Fantacies,
Outstanding Plans to Briberies
Muted while recognising fake abilities
I am the Dark!
Enough said! Enough not done!
Echos from the Soul!
"Work and Resolve!
Dream and Build!
Volunteer and Give!
Lead and Change!"
Trust in the Light!
Delight the Right!
Come on
Come on
At my newly opened store
Om shanti om .
Where I want to sell
Hill of nothings
That occupied almost all
Space of my beautiful mind.
Om shanti om
Tensions and anxieties
Hatred and partialities
All useless thoughts
That disturbs
My peace of mind
I just want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Haunted sweet memories
With some quality times
Loyalties and honesties
That have no buyers
Some jealous and careless friends
At low cost and heavy discounts
are available at my store
Which I want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Come on
Come on
My dear ladies and gentleman
At my store
Om Shanti Om .(God bless peace and love to whole world).
Suicidal Summits are instantaneous interventions - Knowledge of others with your own
disposition.
But I binge in lust, it dominates my blood - And lust becomes my lonesome love ....
And love becomes my lonesome lust.
The magic assistance ... A labyrinth of the tangible tokens, ecstatic euphoria, supreme
studiousness, the infinite of experiences in the abysses of the universe to undergo.
And as I binge in the lust, I feel the rising obscurities of uncertainties.
For there is no balance or proportion to this magic assistance - And there are no
partialities.
Be a man, be a woman .... Binge in lust for your personal pleasure.
And the guilt is insinuating inside of you, and you fear the situation could have no measures.
You ponder a break, and end to it all - A thought of a return to the world of innocence
.....Of Sobriety.
You ponder to take the magic assistance again, you concede, and feel you've become a
statistic of notoriety.
Moderation - Join hands in aid through spiritual cognation.
And now you only employ the euphoria once a week ... The orgasmic sensation.
You've binged to the max - Now purge.
Let the worlds of sobriety and escape merge.
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