| Here goes my hallucination�! |
| All seriousness did not add to sobriety
No gleaning could kill the spite How to cast away malice from heart A trick of diplomacy or Democracy's bright art Why it darkened my friendships? Why did I fail to learn this craft? A spell of black magic And much lowly I feel a down cast Whether I�d ever lift my brow? But hereby my shoe I throw The spell is broken I feel the chill and the cold Barefoot treading the long road Is never a good choice But I've decided to walk alone You may keep kissing my tomb Begging for farewell to hope�! Nay No sweet treason; no more to loose. I am on the way not to look behind O' worshippers of dead Hail all those bearing roses in head You, too, may taste the miracle of life It is not in gun; in dagger, dragon or knife. The freedom lies in the right choice I choose to live by my illusion And I got rid of all hallucination. I used all my gears to jerk the snare I cried but no one laughed at my tears I called but nobody replied I tried to hear; I was all ears But all I met was silence. Though I was frequently told I was condemned to live this life No more my friend�I give you my right. |
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