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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #843883
security officers abusing people in the pretext of carrying out their responsibilities

The land of no problem
Pervert the stuttering bullets
By their precocious sentries

Along the Denton Cross
Leading to the capital
I the cub swear by

The moon and the stars in the sky
I can quake the soil
If not for the lioness and the smaller cubs

Grabbed me at the wagon's far left
We marched and hulted for years

As i visited death and alive
But we still stood still
Having open my eyes

It fell on a bending pole of wagons
Crowling like a wounded python
" AWANSEL GAINAIKO" was the next roar

After the sentry brightened the front seat
With his three dalasis flouriscent
Having attempted to bark

An insurgent i was lebelled
Who should fish for power and knowledge
Anyway, a she-goat on labour

Suddently freezed
Upon reaching RVTH
What a misfortune shame
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