Friday, 15 June 2018




Like a hellish curse to humanity;
Since I born by barbarity o' bard;
Four million miles of marvelous mankind;
But morose me not so mature.

Each thoughtless man keeps me alive;
I'm an unavoidable ludicrous litotes;
A slap on the dreadful face of morality;
Broker of brothel where god and goddess are sold.

Lust of ignorance makes me rape truth;
Human sacrifice is the best thing I want;
Blood of human race keeps me wild;
Too I hideous source of human tragedy.

Facts are not so brawny to beat me;
Whenever you try to leave slope, I blow cataclysm;
Like a ruler only kingdom is my aim;
Crowd, legion, mass, mob are my privilege.

Jack Elixir

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