Is your blood getting violet and darker,
Or are you hallucinating about the nightingale?
No hurry to answer, take your time;
Your life is anyway boring and mundane!
Beware! do not talk about God,
We are not so popular among them!
Keep your voice as loud as you can,
Screaming and scaring are our proud traits!
Oh, forgot to tell you
That we have Anti-God syrup;
If suffering from God’s law of nature
Use it with demonic water after stirring up;
You seem so silent, worried?
I assure this conversation is volatile
And if someone knows about it
We demons are always available at 666; just dial!
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I Write a Day
From the Mockingjay kingdom
Brought the delightful morning
By making a cup of coffee using memorandum;
I highlighted the absence of her
Attaching few drops of tears,
But she didn’t listen
And kept on making blood smears;
The waking up part was not so fancy,
It cracked the moon inside me.
I lied and cried for the twisted tale,
She poured a glass of wine beneath this half-grown tree;
I could have tried much harder
To reap the seed in a much better way,
I tossed up the coin under the blessing of her,
“Yet another choice, for just another day!”