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Beautiful chaos
You will see him riding along the roads and streets settling some scores with his foes
Those who disjointed and fractured his cat's jaw and right paw
As a sign of affection, the same paw she used to put on his face
Were you there, what do you see?
Don't look
Don't talk
Just walk
This is how he aims at setting his scores
Don't think
Just wink
Cute girl in pink
Wearing a backpack
Accompanied by sopranos voices
Even while doing the house chores
We should sing him a chorus
What do you think?
Going beyond all his shores
Where are you in his shoes?
In the midst of a turmoil
To him, It's beyond normal
And It's not abnormal
It's such a beautiful chaos
This is insane
No noise
Sit up and take note
You see, we beings often asked what for?
With tip toe
I'm only clearing a land with my hoe
Now reason, he's the kind that breeze passes laying bodies coldly and live low..
Jesus!
Merry! And Joseph
Reading this is chilling, and too cold
I'm shivering inside my blankets
Shut all doors and windows
You see, every time he turns
Rain of dead bodies
God!
Save me..
I came through not so bold in contrast to what I was told
A vulture scavenging the culture
Avenging for my mark of sutures
Yelling at the top of one's lungs
Lord!
Save me..
Completely hung as things begin to closely unfold
What sold me?
The burning and stabbing pain I felt through my bones..
So sharp
So deep
Rhythmic firing of nerves in his joints
To what point?
Jack pots!
The blood barrier
Is now a speeding burning train
Of thoughts in one's brain..
Let's switch sit and pop sticks Mariah
A total pariah..
Mumble in shamble
Visualise, what does he resemble
Maybe, a hell's sample
Maybe, he won't ever get the scent of heaven
In hell, he will keep roasting inside an oven..
With ministers of darkness in hot pursuit
And one single stick of cigarette in a sachet
Inside my left pocket
I wore my full metal jacket
Forehead plugged in a socket
Not a circus he called it a hell of a circuit
We're closed cases,
Very serious business stuffs
Being attentive to, after reincarnation buried for million of years or burned ashes to ashes
First and second sons they have sown
Sixth and seven sons disown
The artist who got the basic instinct
The victory is hard fought
A catalyst who always settled the bills
Wore many faces
And popped pills
Fulfilling his wishes.
Suddenly disappear into the arctic
It's not a magic
All I asked is..
Were's my package?
Those who disjointed and fractured his cat's jaw and right paw
As a sign of affection, the same paw she used to put on his face
Were you there, what do you see?
Don't look
Don't talk
Just walk
This is how he aims at setting his scores
Don't think
Just wink
Cute girl in pink
Wearing a backpack
Accompanied by sopranos voices
Even while doing the house chores
We should sing him a chorus
What do you think?
Going beyond all his shores
Where are you in his shoes?
In the midst of a turmoil
To him, It's beyond normal
And It's not abnormal
It's such a beautiful chaos
This is insane
No noise
Sit up and take note
You see, we beings often asked what for?
With tip toe
I'm only clearing a land with my hoe
Now reason, he's the kind that breeze passes laying bodies coldly and live low..
Jesus!
Merry! And Joseph
Reading this is chilling, and too cold
I'm shivering inside my blankets
Shut all doors and windows
You see, every time he turns
Rain of dead bodies
God!
Save me..
I came through not so bold in contrast to what I was told
A vulture scavenging the culture
Avenging for my mark of sutures
Yelling at the top of one's lungs
Lord!
Save me..
Completely hung as things begin to closely unfold
What sold me?
The burning and stabbing pain I felt through my bones..
So sharp
So deep
Rhythmic firing of nerves in his joints
To what point?
Jack pots!
The blood barrier
Is now a speeding burning train
Of thoughts in one's brain..
Let's switch sit and pop sticks Mariah
A total pariah..
Mumble in shamble
Visualise, what does he resemble
Maybe, a hell's sample
Maybe, he won't ever get the scent of heaven
In hell, he will keep roasting inside an oven..
With ministers of darkness in hot pursuit
And one single stick of cigarette in a sachet
Inside my left pocket
I wore my full metal jacket
Forehead plugged in a socket
Not a circus he called it a hell of a circuit
We're closed cases,
Very serious business stuffs
Being attentive to, after reincarnation buried for million of years or burned ashes to ashes
First and second sons they have sown
Sixth and seven sons disown
The artist who got the basic instinct
The victory is hard fought
A catalyst who always settled the bills
Wore many faces
And popped pills
Fulfilling his wishes.
Suddenly disappear into the arctic
It's not a magic
All I asked is..
Were's my package?
Published 8th Feb 2025
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8th Feb 2025 4:40pm
hello this write made me think you are really good at disassociating yourself from unpleasant things allowing you to do dark things of which you think you are going to hell... your package is in the mail 💕
8th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Oh.. Dear
Are you unveiling me ??
Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting with such a good banter..
Appreciate u.
Are you unveiling me ??
Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting with such a good banter..
Appreciate u.
8th Feb 2025 7:22pm
A close look of the beautiful side of the darkness even with the chaos and confusion that it brings to mind 👊👏
8th Feb 2025 7:35pm
