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AN INSiDER'S CONFESSION 
Despot i was reigning the iniquitous convictions 
For, 
On my head was the crown of copious EGO 
Not a split second i was heedful of my nefarious temperment 
My asinine creeds were my prized chattel 
Virtues flew like cinders nibbling away the angelic bliss inherited 
Yet, remained a place in abyss of hearts,which agonized "who would cry when i die..!?" 
For, 
Even my tears pitied my eyes on the day when death pitied my birth 
To sanctify me was no water remaining but the tears of my victims 
I was all the lust flesh have ever experienced 
I was all the haughtiness no one ever witnessed 
I was all the acrimony nothing else ever was 
I was all the bad happened to myself 
Long after being born, i have found the need to look at the mirror,to look at myself 
Thank you mirror, for reminding me about the gift i have given myself 
Thank you mirror...for,i now realize gifts aren't for self 
Its time now,to take my crown to the mount doom 
After all,i do not want to be an untouchable corpse

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An insider's confession

  • 1. AN INSiDER'S CONFESSION Despot i was reigning the iniquitous convictions For, On my head was the crown of copious EGO Not a split second i was heedful of my nefarious temperment My asinine creeds were my prized chattel Virtues flew like cinders nibbling away the angelic bliss inherited Yet, remained a place in abyss of hearts,which agonized "who would cry when i die..!?" For, Even my tears pitied my eyes on the day when death pitied my birth To sanctify me was no water remaining but the tears of my victims I was all the lust flesh have ever experienced I was all the haughtiness no one ever witnessed I was all the acrimony nothing else ever was I was all the bad happened to myself Long after being born, i have found the need to look at the mirror,to look at myself Thank you mirror, for reminding me about the gift i have given myself Thank you mirror...for,i now realize gifts aren't for self Its time now,to take my crown to the mount doom After all,i do not want to be an untouchable corpse