The North, the East, the West and South,
Our fate, the truth, the situation moves the Earth, They say
The time has called for its last beckon
Dimes-worth our lives would be, when the lash comes as Satan,
Everyone of us hear the hopeless planets lament,Mastery of techniques graph its closest fragment,
Still we feel the mystiques legends being latent,
And all would earn the probable calamity’s patent,
Freethinkers foretell that the time in remain so limited,
Freedom’s that we enjoy, is trudging along to its very end?
Free-hand’s not the measures,”2 Years”, let us misspend?
Free-wills, can we afford now, for our lives sense a cold descend,
Can a Myth or a Film, could ever bring forth what is truth?
Whether a fallacy inciting, but the possibilities are redolent,
Whether a fallacy inciting, but the possibilities are redolent,
Take-a-step at a length would not always guarantee success,
But can never help our lives yet we wait for “it”, being heedless.
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