In the end it's just you vs. you and the bugs (unwanted human like creatures)
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A kid was told it's bad to summon Lucifer.
Ssss...he isn't an angel anymore.
Confused, never dared to question anymore.
The childhood days were gone, but the curiosity remained. The question which always fascinated her is why Lucifer isn't an angel anymore just because he rebel against God ?

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The unknown poetry of
the unwritten stories.
Everything is hopeful but
that never get recognised.

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In the middle of nowhere, the soul got trapped in bizarre.

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The pain in eyes and darkness in mind,
The numbness in hands and legs,
The unspoken words and the spoken lies,
The bittersweet present and towards
the future an unknown rush.
Everything is telling a different
story but the agony is part of my life.

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Once again towards those alleys, I never wanted to visit. Reminiscence of every small details I gathered from the past.
The doubts and insecurities are coming out from the buried past. Did I do justice to myself back then choosing questions instead of traditional way of answers to life. Instead of simply living the life, why did I opt for asking what's the meaning of life?

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The depth of the words and phrases,
In the dying sentences about hope.
Everything is falling into
unwanted destination, yet silence overruled.

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The meaningless dwelling in the past,
The conversation is witnessing the destiny uncertain.

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Regain my consciousness.

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In the presence of the stars I wanna tell,
No one is there again, to witness my fall in darkest hell.

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