Some indelible impact
Leaves on the mind of the flower
That cannot be bloom forever.
The figure appears
As loom in the morning can't bite
The promising moon fades its sight.
Caring parents can't wait
Their off springs till midnight
Now, they are free to decay their dreams.
On the rotted bread dogs find blood
Buried bodies scent smell of pure flash
The crow can fly
Up above the sky
Mourning upon the heinous act of human
Who is neither beast nor an animal!
The judges sit on the height of the chair
They don't know what is wrong and fair
They are purely a carnivorous harbinger
Get the benefit of arrival.
Who comes first, the first becomes the last
This is the theory of decomposition.
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