When the thoughts are being dragged out heartlessly

None of the heart’s protest mattered to the onlookers

Inadvertently showing allegiance to wrongful might

Is it passive anger or the inability to feel someone’s plight?

Envious reflections are incisive and curtail any reasoning

Such obdurate silence invoke the spirit of utter destruction

So often seduced by the dangerous ideas, it’s a mystery

Beliefs require little persuasion to hurt the sentiments

Nothing curative is brewed in the cauldron of chaos

Only time is the relentless warrior to slay such enemies


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