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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Pin by Jay Tee on print | Dark iphone backgrounds, Dark wallpaperDarling,
i hope you realise,
that there is no such thing as perfect princesses or charming knights.
noone is going to catch you in a white horse  when you fall.
because when you fall,
all you do is hit the ground.
and when you hit the ground,
all you do is get hurt.
that's life.

- Mahathi.S
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