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WORDS DON’T ACT

How do princes cut down swines?

In passing words?Or lustred deeds?

Words do roughly move with the tides

But actions make her devoid of all dirts

Too many deceits are wrought in words

But too many wrongs are made right in actions

Words make lovers quake with flames

And the hearts bond with selcouth semblances

But deeds show the worthiness of the affections

True hearts should stand tall in deeds

And should show exemplary courteousness in words

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SPERALE

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A LOVER’S GRIEF!

Our love was indeed loud enough

To awaken the dead

Now has it grown to be a bore

An endless circles of woes

And every tinge of unrequitedness

You made fade what we had!

And made vacuous a love that blessed the winds

Cupid’s arrows were fired for nothing

The bones were broken in vain

You sang a song of love!

And you made clear the heart

Even death claws were not going to scale the walls

To where we made the bed full of roses

Now the songs steeps with griefs

The grief of what we thought would be forever
The heart is imbued with sorrows!
And Jove has made the sky dark
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SPERALE

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WE SHALL RISE

Though the favors

Never seem to stride by

And the demons clamour

For want of our blood

And the ears are dumb to our whispers

The hands grow numb

To aid our rescue

Our love is given reasons to hate

And our hearts is petrified to stone

And our will is shattered in to nothing

It’s never the end! Never

For! Like the Phoenix

From the ashes we will rise

We shall soar wild like the eagles

In to the far sky

We shall ascend the mountains

We shall mend every broken pieces

We shall ditch the fall

We shall indeed rise

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SPERALE

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HUBRIS

The eyes widen with covetousness

And the mouth gapes

With unending self praises

You hearken not to the words of another

The heart is seared with so much hubris

You lack the self effacement to rebrand the self

You are never keen to embrace new ideas

The humility to learn is axed

How more could a man incur the ire of destruction?

The shoulders are so much raised!

And the mind is very perverse!

You make narcissism the lover

And you dole her with sweet mouthings

You so much believe some men

Are more equal than the others

Pride vaunts her shallowness!

Hubris meets her spectacular downfall!
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SPERALE