In the time of grief,
he let his self drown ,
below anyone couldn’t believe,
nor his fading four eyes,
the elderly once told,
“The glory of man cannot fall”
he refuses to obey the truth,
instead he wants to settle the old scores,
might he be the one the luck shall pours,
the one and only knows,
is the one he loves the most,
the tale of loveless,
shall remain clueless,
for he ,the whom the story is for,
retains as the man of hopeless.
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