Just to hack hell
when I tag to my
evil instincts
first it empassion me
a broader sense of ruining everything
appears simultaneous
with the
sense of nothingness
women appear
with voluptuous violence
headless self seduction
captures all values
a social man cultivates
to exist as a man
Just to hack hell
when I tag to my blunt horizon
stagnant to pouch my solitude
a sense of bloody butcher
always dictates me
to gun down animal-like-humans
moving, working, cultivating, studying
to hijack heaven on this earth!
Pranab k c
12/03/2015
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