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Singularity, conformity, anonymity, tragedy, mystery, bread, wholemeal bread, dread, wide spread, jam spread, scared…regret, dared, scarred, marred, marked. He was dark so they laughed, target, they bragged and he was dragged—read, he read, he tread, they thread, apparently he was a threat, they didn’t like his trait, they spat, berate; he stared at his fate, great, he was late, against the state, the society observing its’ slate, he was preyed, he stayed still in a confused state, finally came to his senses, he prayed.

Ah! I am tired of ignorance that converts into arrogance, what is it with this cocksuredness? This look you portray filled with mockingness, surely it is a weakness; yet you think it is some sort of blessedness? Surely you have failed to dwell into the emptiness, which is hidden in the depths of your chest, enveloped by darkness, though all it takes is a hint of brightness, so why not work on righteousness?

Checkmate! Bring me the cheque mate, let’s check the date, it’s not too late, still don’t procrastinate, come with deeds, good deeds continuous like water falling down like beads, don’t put too much on stake…people, they forsake, you do things for a good sake, for God’s sake, good on you mate, may you be blessed before you fall dead.

 

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