Uncalled for sentiments surfacing the being…
Eerie of an approaching cataclysm…
as if life screws me every minute..
and that cry buried inside my chasm.
Every thing is just fine with the world
And people are having fun
Who knows why am I slumbering
Deep In sarcastic pun
What malice is eating my will
I really have no clue
If this Friday is fading black
And life is getting blue
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