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ONE FRIEND SEND ME THIS POEM
SO I THOUGHT TO SHARE IT...........
we go through living such a life
more quite on the edge of a knife
with so many commitments to perform
our freedom bends in such a process for a reform
But we can still believe that something in us
will definitely bring the happy days back to us
or either just go on doing the things that never itched
for to realise that life is like an ass to be kicked
we for sure are an architect of our destiny coming
but sculptures are far better than human beings pissing
Their all forms of fake emotions all over
with no heart looking for something that is greater
than those ****ing things under whose shadow we live
as a bull fighting its asses out from the burns blacksmith does give
never realised what we have become
far away from the dreams,we wished had come
looking through our eyes, watching this world
we never ever wished for, destiny to wield
such is the sarcasm of an empty life
that we loose control over things so trife
feeling those bloody pain in our heads and hearts
we still dig deeper into such gloomy dirts
finally making us believe
that joy in our life is a pain to relieve
We search for alchemist for our soul too cold
that can change our rusted life of iron to gold
SO I THOUGHT TO SHARE IT...........
we go through living such a life
more quite on the edge of a knife
with so many commitments to perform
our freedom bends in such a process for a reform
But we can still believe that something in us
will definitely bring the happy days back to us
or either just go on doing the things that never itched
for to realise that life is like an ass to be kicked
we for sure are an architect of our destiny coming
but sculptures are far better than human beings pissing
Their all forms of fake emotions all over
with no heart looking for something that is greater
than those ****ing things under whose shadow we live
as a bull fighting its asses out from the burns blacksmith does give
never realised what we have become
far away from the dreams,we wished had come
looking through our eyes, watching this world
we never ever wished for, destiny to wield
such is the sarcasm of an empty life
that we loose control over things so trife
feeling those bloody pain in our heads and hearts
we still dig deeper into such gloomy dirts
finally making us believe
that joy in our life is a pain to relieve
We search for alchemist for our soul too cold
that can change our rusted life of iron to gold
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