Devil besides me sits and laughs. Instructs me to self abort. He is always feeling jealous , envious of other's life and successes. But he doesn't understand me. I'm not like them. I don't want to play this juvenile games. It tires me. But still he goes on beating me with canes , always making me self aware. But there isn't much energy left in me. I'm tired of all this world. Done with it, he is encouraging me as though I was once a victim and he is thirsty for vengeance but he doesn't know his driver is stupid. He always clashes onto the wrong lanes.
A contract with my self. That we never dared to break. But one fine day. All hell broke loose. A strangling force pushed me. I took a knife and butchered. Untangling all the clutters In search of truth I walked down to the roots Butchering it into pieces I peeled off it's layers. It was just a facade. To whom I always spoke to. All this while there was no clue of truth. Now I finally realized. For whom I was working for all this while. Who do I really satisfied? Truth was always embedded in the contract. Masquerading itself as a blasphemous act. It's conjure one could never understand.
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