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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Divergent Inspired Poem

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Dauntless eyes that beat simulations,
Staring gaping in silent dalminations
Fears as few as four and six,
Helping, holding, hoping for a fix.

Abnegation hearts that no longer tremble,
At the sight of wars and the death that follows.
Prior and Eaton, a dangerous pair.
But what more can the world do but take a chance?

Divergence was once a curse on all,
They learned to rise and insurge them all.
At the end they fell into clasped hands,
With their allegiance forsaken,
And Tris dead.

A tale of a Stiff who grew into their queen,
A tale of friendship and its ripe seeds.
A tale of love and a ferocious battle,
Between man and science,
With a result no one could fathom.

- Mahathi.S
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