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  The recital of Hades scared the earth. Its uncertainty froze the soul. Dark, dusty the path to this chanciness we bemoaned. Doomed, the wake of death, A mysteriously strange it felt. The noise of the numberless, In their countless Eerie, strange but gloomy. What an untold journey of a living mortal that detached the being from the grips of her soul. Hades walk, a long walk, and may we never walk till old age.

With a protruding sac, For procreation's sake. I am a mother. the sacred temple of life, A window to mortals' trip on earth. I am a mother. With a swollen sack of semen, pains gained in the ninth month. I am a mother. The laps that carry Kings A sofa for my offspring. I am a mother. Whose love never waned, Even when they go insane. I am a mother. The belly that bore our Lord The teat that fed our Christ. I am a mother. Whose raiment's edge you lean, To take your first shaky cruise like a lame. I am a mother. A heart that pounced at your cry, A sleepless night to dab the teary eyes. I am a mother. Whose happy ending reclined in the success of my progeny.

Solitude! I live on a latitude of life mysteries, ravaged in the magnitude of her misery. Solitude! Moments of echoes A reflection of our ethos. Solitude! A lodging of damnation, A reaction to souls' retribution. Solitude! I sat on a fence of uncertainty. Gazing at endless thoughts of infirmity Solitude! My soul gasps for air to survive the day. And my body lost her heirs to last till later days. Solitude! Each day, the battle of self-alienation, A war of self-configuration Solitude Life wears a grimaced look at her soil. As humans count the destitution of their toils Solitude I beseech thee life, take it kindly. for the earth is behooved of cruelty. And her offspring short of humanity Solitude! When the lines fall on a pleasant place My gratitude will forever be in place.

The devil's bride His grime cup of pride A city of lust That deviled the God. To feed the devilry lust. Offsprings of hypocrisy Adorned with sorcery. The devil's intentions, Sodom's seduction As her sins wag So, her children brag Whims of artless intent, Weighed a witless act of faintness. In this city, conscience is trapped in the web of insatiable wake. And their misfortunes annihilate their comforts. He, the devil dwells in them His abode, their heart, evil by default. He soars on their evil deeds. Like the owl hoot elegiac in the woods. Sodom, a city of Sin An Inn that rain turpitude