Inflammable Lot Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Inflammable Lot

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What are you doing, mortal man?
Killing your own race, human!
Your part is more than that of Satan;
Though it did not surrender to God,
It surrenders to these cruel acts
With the muse of inflammable lot.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/09/2017

Saturday, September 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: work,works,workshops,evil
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 09 September 2017

Evil works should be stopped. Thanks for sharing.

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Muzahidul Reza 09 September 2017

What are you doing, mortal man? Killing your own race, human! Your part is more than that of Satan;

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Muzahidul Reza 09 September 2017

Though it did not surrender to God, It surrenders to these cruel acts With the muse of inflammable lot.

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