The play of gain and loss is fury
We‘ve seen it from the start to the bury
The eras at the point of just burglary
That a mother gets the rent
For where you were buried
And how you are nurtured
In her walls till surgery.
Funny is this, that you escape the route
As soon as your claws set firm on the floor
Taking pleasure in a whole and then rob the lot
Sinner is who not her not you
It’s the world that churns no more on the axis
But only on the means… :)
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