Deep thirst,Breathing dust
Play or be dead,Is the motto
From the past no opposition,If there's! Then it's the last
Fear to the brim,trembling like sails held by weak mast
Only hope dead,Resurrection expected with regret
After voting for the wrong Beast
Sweet promises,With no commitment
Swallow the twisted truth,And abid to it
The Game of hide and seek,So sweet
When bedbugs are basked out!!
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