РĂРŔĨĶĂ ŤŐŴŃ

Billions of heart break in
the smokey streets of this
borough .Nevertheless
another warrior Awaits for
an appaling revenge. They
call these the plays of
dark night. Bruised faces ,
Rugged shirts ,Bloodshed
on streets , So clear as
if the torches are planted
in eye sockets.

ρєянαρѕ

It's just a ritual as human life
has no meaning so they are
devoured in to impress holy
demons. Boiling red in their veins
Protrudes the youth behind
the wrinkled faces. Each one
Coughs as the paprika Bursts in
Anger.


Yet
Few find the hymn of tranquility
In some hushed stary nights
somewhere a cuckoo bird
Awaits love. A mother hopes
His sons holds to his sanity.
Yet this Paprika town has
it's garden filled with blooms
Of innocence.

Yet
Between these chaos and cries
a tot sings the glories
Of this paprika town.


-blue.synchronicity

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