Wednesday, March 11, 2020

the rush hour


The misty jungle
The wind push the mists
The white floating colours
It will cover the eyes

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The snakes appear
Hearing the call
The bad is back!
There's nothing to lose!”

The wolves run
Breathing hard on the ground
What's the fuss, idiot?”
You don't like the bad?”

The crocodiles crawl out
From the comfort of lake
There must be a good meal
For us to ravish!”

Judas Iscariot walks in
With his 11 pieces of gold
You want all these glitter?
It's in the back-door”

The rush hour
The smile and grins
Every one gets a piece
Lucifer gladly obliges with glee

With his bag of souls
He knows he will get them all
The easy target of greed
It's his way to get back his pin


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