A dense deep cloud hovers within me,
Red-rain, disgust, no joy, no glee, no plea
Sublime Seepage, through the heart to mind,
Eyes; disconnected with heart, I find; blind,
Ego, Dignity, Pseudo savior, cruel behavior,
Game of two, viewers are killed with spear,
Those involved; to loose or to win war,
Tell me, what did they offer to their jar?
Nothing, except, grief and pain and death,
Quixotic's promises killed humanity and human, both,
No subsistence, with persistence; charred smoke
Mockery management for life is only to mock,
What blinded us sensually and morally?
In fact we are handicap, mentally,
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