Born a porcupine ๐ฆ
Angry as a wasp ๐
A hornet’s nest waiting to be stirred
I Didn’t ask for this ๐คท๐พโโ๏ธ
I was born a blade ๐ก๏ธ
Tore my mother’s womb to shreds
I’m the curse of a labouring woman ๐คฑ
The tears of a crying baby ๐ผ
The regret of a widower
I’m of nothing but tears & sorrow that I represent.
The gloom I harvest with my presence
Of love lost ๐
Of an ember put out with blood ๐
Of Smouldered hope ๐ฉ
โ๐พ WeirdmaskmanNG ๐ญ
A very enlightening post
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A million thanks Akbar. You’re very kind ๐
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Aye, The monster we create.
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Thus, he brings forth suffering & hate cause that’s all he knows.
The monsters we create indeed.
Thanks for the enlightenment sir.
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An embodiment of emotions that opposite of happiness, hope. In essence you painted a picture of pain, despair. Why though??
Eid Mabruk.
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Life of a child birthed with the eternal silence of the mother as a price
Whose every breath reminds his kin of the woman he silenced
Innocent, he is, but he’s being punished for the sin he didn’t commit
That drove him wild, & cold
They gave him no love, so he gives nothing back
He owes no one
Knows no one
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