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RAGS
Thy works at the reverence of your
mouth,
mouth,
Mighty in thy sight like the mount
called Everest.
called Everest.
None can without you accomplish a
thing,
thing,
In thy words “everything is
based on you”.
based on you”.
You classify life as a ratio of
being useful and important,
being useful and important,
With your attitude, you
established a meticulous arrogance.
established a meticulous arrogance.
Nothing can be compared to your
rashness
rashness
For thou art the classification of
naught.
naught.
Your passion drives on a milky
universe,
universe,
Painting the world cream in your
sight.
sight.
You’re just a rag in this little
big world,
big world,
Your importance is just as null as
your passion.
your passion.
The little drops of water and oil
on every floor,
on every floor,
Motivates your despicable attires
and inflicts your passion.
and inflicts your passion.
Believe whatever you want to; rag,
The bell of reality will soon bang
on your head.
on your head.
written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com
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