Times a million

by roopesh

Wonderful lie to suffice
The pleasure of sacrifice
And allowing the life to demise.

Blinding the eye,
Throbbing the heart,
Dismissing the blemish with the guilt.

There is no Gregory
In being valiant,
When the emotions become blunt

There is no spirit
In the action,
When the thoughts are not lent.

There is and only is, One end
Though the destruction has been played
Times a million in my head.

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