This is very slippery road,
No one walks, only, tears roll,
Who wrote this in a spiteful code?
Baby holds the gun and not doll,
This is very slippery road,
All know it, all are very droll,
What we do or act like a hoard,
Grasped- soul as body n body as soul,
This is very slippery road,
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