I got the tidings of man overnight,
Alone with my thought I danced with their plight
As it has held the morning dues out of us.
I split all limes to discern what flaws
Play hide and seek around
Where our destiny is bound
Alone with my thought
Was a glimpse of our worth
Layer down. A surrogate of no greed
Hot blood in quest like fortified creed.
Evil aloft in a cable
Amidst where love is disabled.
Hands making plans, jeopardized
And Truncated never to again rise.

Alone with my thought for a moment
I veered the faithful pest in enjoyment.
Sitting majestically beneath our glory
Like sarcastic and sardonic hungry
Gobbling, eating up what future holds for man,
On our own given consent, out of our plan
Proceed forth the evil looming hovering
In darkness, as our fate is subjected like a ring
In a weary finger.
Our anger gave birth to danger.

Alone with my thought at the crest,
Everything was made clear as man failed the little test
Of blessings in disguise.
Killing with tongues, shooting with eyes
Everything spelt man evil
A chronic disease to success, weevil
Behind evil as a master chief
And a successful business thief.


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Author: Judaisky

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