Morning greeted by Cold as the Sweeft breeze Sung its Tunes, Early morning Due with Birds catching Worm making Melodies as Mother Nature awakes. The warm Night gradually shifting courses into Day light while either of them has ever understood it as the Sky smiles back at Me. Sun Rise tracing shapes of Mountains and Valleys marking the Beginning of a Successful New Day.
The Amicably waiting cheerful Villians gathered with Love, Passsioned by Faith enormously brought out of a capsizing Dream into a Realistic bottom less pit Fire, for their Own Fear to Procure Justice into Their Own World.
The Underworld Darkened Souls of the Cup Bearers, taking Wine and Performing Miracles of Great Fortunes , Casting Stones and Living thorns of Warfare to Their Solved Equations.Qtn. I Wonder Whose Fair?...Ans...The Mirror! Self Claimed.
Basically What's Happening to the Less fortunate, the Rich Politicians, who Play their Dark Chess Nights over the Heads of the Desperate Castles of Citizens.Will they ever Cross the River and Win, where Faith, Hope and Mercy were all Raped At Voyage and no one is to Blame for The Shed Blood of Twisted Wrong Rights.
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