In between the struggle
and fate
and victory.
In midst of
writing own
phenomenal history.
People die
from nowhere.
Paralysis, Cancer,
Murder, Rape.
People eat people.
Brains over brain.
Hunger eat them all
in greed, in vain.
Love gives you life.
People are killed of love.
Killed with a smile,
killed in pain.
Killed with sweet poison dear
again and again.
I see no selfless love,
only
burning souls in hell.
To hell in minds,
to hell with society,
to hell within themselves,
to hell in hells of humanity.
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