The exodus of his trouble..
the prologue of his pain..
the judas of his own soul..
the predator preying on his name..
He plays the game of deception..
betting his life on a whim..
the prodigal son to himself, a rejection..
a slave in the clothing of a king..
He thinks himself a Demi-god..
seizing the rope of indolent..
gallivanting in the Ecstasy of lust..
making the zest for true love, impotent..
A sphinx, with the intellect of a coconut..
his vigor for dexterity is tantamount,
to the prowess of a snail..
he argues of champions, and watch his dignity wane..
MAN..
he makes haste, while the sun fall asleep..
he cant stand the test of fate,
he will loose his grip..
as he snors on his mattress of “SOMEDAY”
he looses the war, while death takes his place..
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