The World at Large

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  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, Fascinates
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change.. p.c - pinterest

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Red Rose with Black Background (42+ images)you can't run. you can't hide. you can't force yourself to live a lie.
wherever you go you can't escape. because change will hunt you down and make you pay.
change will make sure that you fall from the sky and hit the ground hard. 
it will make sure that  your life collapses on your face.
it will leave you questioning what happiness is and before it stops it will  ensure that you are buried alive with fake friends and huge piles of lies. and for all that it has put you through it will give you a second chance. a chance to see what you do after it has brought you back to reality again.
and then it's up to you to decide, 
will you make your chance count?
or will you succumb to the lies?
- Mahathi.S

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