That night he awoke from his murky slumber
And at the beat of consciousness he knew
The world is pitiless, discounted and deceitful
Injustice: The fresh scent in the room
Hurt: The only mutual friend
Greed: Excused
Deception: Like a 3-rupee note
Hate: Slavery and misjudgment
Apathy: From those who hate it
Pride: A nameless defender
Change is what he wanted, a million souls alike.
Dreams and strategy were blended to affect.
Sin: Inescapable as long as he’s mortal
Problem: He tolerated sin.
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