The Soul of a Brilliant Sufferer(POEM)

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Look around..inside out through the aura of my virginity,

alas,i saw you but you didn't see me.

Prey is the best stew for a hawky drift like you,

until your sins are cherished in the purgatory  tampered by honesty,

some sins, not all are led  to die when the soul is deep fried....

because the choice of the latter is the devilish blink of an eye.

Heaven and Hell are virtual you ask me...but their emulation is beyond my gripsee,

i look dead through my eyes, my soul if unshattered  remains unstirred,  yet twisted,

i am just kidding above ain't i got this little bitty right.

you are mean right on the money, but now-days who isn't one as we know already ,

a fortune to spend always comes with a price,

But why didn't you never blamed yourself,

ask me, and ask the infamous and heinous days of your life.

This is becoming amusingly worse,because once i am through,

i am none,you need to understand what i say here because my memories and my existence are the

only thing left of me and you might say,

they be everything, but i beg you to understand once again,

what  remains is corrupt .i can't pass it,

yet i am waiting for the very unremarkable end, cauz  my

brilliant sufferings outshone the sun in my eyes.

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