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Supremacy
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
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Soha Mirza
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