Human loves telling lies,
and betting for every dice,
smoking weeds,
until he bleeds,
he make himself suffer,
to make up his conscience,
shared a laughter,
believes he doesn't need to make up his sins,
got beaten up to death for stealing so far,
got locked up in a cell for a car,
broke his neck in a fight with a mate,
and blames God for his fate.
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Hiraeth
PoetryA grammatically blemished metaphorical poetry, prose, harangue and statement- composed around late 2018 till early 2019-for the writer's regrets.
