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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