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Wherever is it, within me?
That the last of my breath survives;
I die each night in my sleep,
Only so the morning sees me alive.
The strength in the cradle of trust,
Is only a dream, severed so many a time.
The price that we pay in misery,
Is the result of an ‘unintended crime’.
Your morality is a dysfunction,
In these times of evil saints;
Masks over painted faces,
Scars, camouflaged in paints.
Stains of idealism mark their hungered existence,
A fading desire ignites the ‘me’
Within me, to raise its deadened voice.
This, of all things, would never silence;
The words of my struggling conscience
Are more than a mere meaningless noise.
The soul reaches places where the body has no access
The ‘humanness’ of my being, is my measure of my success.
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