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***THE SYMPHONY***


 ****THE SYMPHONY***

  Only what was left, was the symphony Of pains, tears and sorrow
The world was the light
With vast endorsement and adornment

 Obedience was to caress the Earth
Renew and replenish it's beauty
Disobedience took it all at a blink

 Euphoria diluted with sorrow
Peace hibernated by hatred and contentions

 On the podium of truth
The blood of fallacies were sprinkled

 What was left? Rivulet of pains and agony
Which descendeth today through our brown pages

Emaciated with wickedness
Evil battered for evil
Strife and burst of hate and anger

Gigolos and unholy legalized
Longing for wealth and not of truth
Perceptions derailed from course
Dissention and deceptions
Inception of truth and life abated from the Figurative minds of many sundry

The symphony was bitter and sweet
Yes! Sweet, there's a prospect.

        ™© Brown
Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.







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