Burn.

I spilled the ink from the lava down the core of the earth.

To burn oxymorons in my Oxymorons.

I see the darkness in the black days,

And false enlightenment at lit nights..

Those vitreous are not refractive,

But opaque to the real light…

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Now burn in your pseudo truth,

These galloping lines would trample your flimflam.

Your dimension is pseudo, an uncanny philosophy.

Your emphatic words are devoid of sympathy.

But Ah! the Dead Sea where you get drowned.

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The fields you created are non magnetic,

Non electric.

Lacking lines of earthly charge.

But inspired by hypocrisy and malice.

Now burn in your callous coal.

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Inspired by the poetry of My valiant soul.

Please do check her posts out.

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