There were times,
When the earth was earthen.
As darkness was her only bidding,
Only to be unearthen by the creator's sword!
Yet, his word is like a two edged sword!
Myteries are born by words!
Yet they cause much pain as miseries!
I am nothing but dazzled!
For life, it seems to me has been puzzled!
But do i leave that to the AHITHOPHELS,
No nothing but they propel
As ABSALOM'S death should tell!
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