The intimacy with WarA Poem by sushobhanMake an acquaintance with a soul that is all about dismembering a brutal foe...
You have endorsed the lethal limits,
as you have engendered an abashing so limpid, Even the "Haydes" would go timid. After your forbidden annihilation, My reprisal would get a pacified station. I beckon war as a tyrannic cursed craft, But you burnt my soul to make me perched on it's raft. The ravages of my blistery will mark you as history. The fella digging your soul won't posit your butchered mystery. You abashed me, whipped me like a rock.... just because i got a request at your knock.. Believe me, no one can fetter me, get your ribs bracked, Not even the army backed at your barrack. I'm infiltrated with an oath,.. That I'll get you attired with an abbadon-ial coat. The Funnel-flask of your demise has been unleashed... Count your days as you'll get ceased. © 2013 sushobhanAuthor's Note
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