“Perturbed inside” In one and a half into, Five feet eight, And seven and half inches, In such a space of, My persona, I am perturbed inside, Big cities and, Uncountable rural masses, Are all annexed with me, Capitalism and fight, Fight against it, Clash of religions, A quagmire of unsure, Are the products of my brain! Yes it is so, Yet not it is! As truth and lie, Right and wrong, Are though beyond me, Yet mine too! That’s why I am a prophet, And am Satan too, That’s why, I’m Mansur the mystic, And a slayer too, Mansur is one, Slayers are abundant, The truth keeps on fading, And light of illegitimacy, By the torch of wealth, Has held the world’s horizon! God is near Carotid artery, Yet so far away, Has put his fingers in his ears, Not to listen human wails, Better to wait for last trumpet, For the judgment day!!!
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 06:39:37 +0000
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