Wards of avarice and repression
We fabricate fortress in the air
Weave fiber of narcissism
Waltz in the arena of miasma
We beseech grace from next skin
With fury in the droplet of blood
Worthless ego crammed cells of mortal
Worry for redundancy of wits
Wall of fire will burn our desires
We conquer corollary of delight
-VIGIL KUMAR
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