the thoughts - so clear and pure.
the vibe looks so perfect,
but, He rises venomously!
the drop of black is sufficient,
the clarity is effaced.
that laughter with vengeance,
all set to destroy himself!
though the forecast was conducive,
and the shore was in sight.
He seasoned the destiny to be otherwise,
and all that soprano - just digging the grave.
another force shall rise,
to balance Him. Out.
and the sail dented by Him.
the direction shall be steadied and the flagship redeemed.
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