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A Stranger’s Requiem
We dress ourselves in garbs of peasants
Delighted in the deadly sins of seven
Makeshift, the duo, Vainglory and Pride
The two new sins, Dr. Jekyll – Mr. Hyde
This Secret Window that delusions the mind
Fooled me into thinking up my own designs
To feature in this ambiance, so peaceful – my shrine
I watch, morosely, attempting to define
Myself, as a kid, beheading time
For purposely killing, and writing in fine – print,
The youth it takes, leaving behind
The morbid, nonsensical and asinine
They rule this world with fascist plans
Creating the chasm that divide our lands
Into the narrow-minded stereotypical views
We all adapt to and choose to accrue
Losing our rights to speak outright
We live with doubts while the rebels fight
They shout loudly, their beliefs, we’ve been wronged
We’re dead; they’ve conquered and carried on
Forgetting the morals we uphold
Robots, we are, ignorant and bold
We fight each other and then we run
We’re less than nothing, The Grim Reaper’s fun.