Rasputin still
stays
The never-ending
anxiety on the mind
The lines all
over the face
The nights of evil
haunts
The glittering
bling
All have gone a
way
Locked in a
custody’s store
Waiting for the
day to score
The fake ceiling
had fallen
The break-through
had been achieved
Rasputin still
burns the incense candles
Praying for a
reverse of fortune
But it will
never happen
God has decree
the fall
Wipe it all from
the accounts
Nothing for
Rasputin
It is just the
door
Walking into
sunset
Once it closes
for good
Rasputin will
scream forever
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