Bleeding the betrayal of Eve,
And sins of mortals crossing streets,
With dying benches and tripping night lamps,
Love took a stand with utmost force.
Typewriters facing knocks with heroes falling apart,
Eve never betrayed,
For the purest soul falling on hell,
celestials apart but to be the history.
With Every word running a mile,
and with expansions far to handle,
My rebellion is leading the charge,
To Eternity? Or Death? Its all dark out.
Trust Me,
It has always been a play of Words...
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