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Fanaticism
Prying eyes every night and day
Like there's no other things to do
Minds that always hope and pray
For their demi - god to pass through
One man's life is another man's living
It's a hell hole obsession
It's only themselves that they are deceiving
Like it's their only profession
Longing for his highness' apparition
Doing nothing but to twit
Like a crazy combobulation
Like a foul bird out of wit
They who know no other skill
But to twist their neck and babble
The same old claim, they always spill
Like they themselves do not stumble
They who are deeply fanatics
Like a cult in cloaks that worship
Old stories are all their antics
And his silhouette is their lordship
Copyright ©
R. B. Cawis
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