The narrow escape

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Exploded in the dream of vanity..
With extinguished temptation,
Killing godly incentive inside me,
THAT MAKES ME UNIQUE...


With eccentric frustration,
Behind the scene,i live in there,
Within biased favoritism,nurtured Nepotism,
I'd better be in a cemetery,I wish,
Rather in a graveyard,be cremeted in a funeral,Hearsed to a coffin...


THAT MAKES ME UNIQUE...
From dingy,filthy,nasty,greasy,a escape i made
To be far from unscrupulous intends..
Devious doers,sneaky purposes;
And grafty invasions..


AND THAT MAKES ME UNIQUE...
I've escaped,got out,from all these;
Finally getting stuck to secondly trap..
Artificial false forgery making fake imitations,
But,but i drifted away for the crucial;
in search of a real being in ME.


AND THAT MAKES ME UNIQUE...
Found me really trivial and petty,
for entangled beliefs and truth,.
I'M OUT...I QUIT........


FOR WHAT MAKES ME UNIQUE.

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