Hey, fowler....
I'm a motionless sparrow,
a moron in countless ways,
a heap of chaotic thoughts..
kill me with your sharp arrows,
Take my frowzy body to cemetery.
Let the worms move around me.
Let them gulp my blood and
let my scream flows as a chant..

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Here come the rains
Washing away the ashes
Of yesterday's carnage.
And. The birds.
Look at them
Fleeing for cover
Seeking warmth.
They'll return in a while
To open ground
To feast on Nature's bounty
Of maggots and worms.

//life goes on//

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Visits from nowhere, but
Unknown falls;
Despise me, if you want,
I am but a creature
of lust, struggling to survive-
Alone, solitary, solo;
My heart, drowned
in the river of my ignorance,
devoured by the silent worms
Of the night...

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We are nothing but food for worms.
Someday we all will take a fall,
the way we die doesn't matter at all.
It is the life with what we have done matters the most.
How well have your soul was kept in that body
and how well you were a host.
Well of your writings and of your thoughts.
Will be read by a bookworm at last.

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Presidents cannot buy eternity
(part 2.)

-President, 8 million children
were executed today, 
thanks to your orders.
-President, your regulations
provided bullets for 10 million fish.
- President, your funds equipped
300 atomic bombs.
-President, the decades 
of your dynasty, 
insist that you answer!


-President?... President?

The president got a heart attack.

The worms will eat him/her.

People will shiver on his/her memory.

Soon history will forget him/her.

President, you lost everything.

You see,
universal life
always reveals itself
in the end.


Rest In Peace...

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You aren't feeling sleepy , right?
How will you sleep, dear broken kite?
When the worms of your brain
is digging deep into your suspicion.
When the heat of your regretful rain
is burning the aim for correction.

My love, how will you sleep like this?

You didn't get anyone to talk with,
You didn't get anyone to laugh with.

You won't feel sleepy, you'd never,
Sleep is only achieved by dying ,ever
tried falling in love for wrong persons?
It is a slow death which ,by time,worsens.

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Expectation says 'Flower is in love with fly.'
BUT
Reality says 'Flower is in love with worm.'

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This pumping heart beats to chant you_
Whereby Immortality riseth you;
Albeit you fed yourself to worms.
Fading sight loves the dark you dwell,
May I come in?

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hurt me less,
I am the food of the worms of my grave..

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Without
Words
We are
Worms.


Misty
The Gypsy Wanderess

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