Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

New Age


Often pettiness dry the young and
ugly face
of the movable lipids oozing out of the
mind
and then yearning for this greedy soul
condemn
the rest are blood buyer and the the
soul seller
our hysteria is going downward along
the spirit
the candles have deep imprints of past
deeds,
and we are waiting for that single
moment when
Almighty will again land on this earth
and new life begins,
that makes human a racist basket of
cruel and hate
who will never be welcomed by Him at
the heaven's gate

Submitted: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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