Untitled Poem by RESHAV GOVINDAM

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I have my own custom made bible,
For my actions i done,
Don't forgive me, who are you,
Your existence is finding their own existence,
an illusion
Give me my hurdles
will cross it
horizontal and vertical stick
cross it.
I can kill you
THE representee of highest moral values.

Rg.

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