Scrach in the imagination,
spreading in random,
opaque direction of visionary,
planes particular to the ends finding loves, in longing arms of cherry faced monsters,
eating foul smelled fungus,
recipes in ugly bowls of gravity,
all crystal ware shattered to whirling storm grinding,
rusted walls of existence,
shines in new horizons,
blinding the eyes.
and evils melted into wax,
like vomits,
bile running in streets of,
dirt made castles.
marking the history,
with sharpness of revengeful
swords,
dissecting the reality,
upto lower ends,
the final dual on the,
other century awaiting the rivals.
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