The birth of the evil
Two layers over the sky
of my nineteen kilo fear
grave outlined in between the might
Anger moving along with a sudden steer
Covering with the timid inside
of all the envy—it shivers
ruining the calm in mind
but a fancy yet a picture clear
Ninety miles of lust—in time
the trembling roar of the teaser
the wind’s hallucinating bribe
yet to be brave for a tear
never lead down by pride—
that becomes more steeper
Nine pieces of greed to hide
Still faraway from the goal—the sinister
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