Mountains after mountains I have crossed by,
Freed from the slaughter roughs on whom one can’t rely.
Dominic of shredder clouds have even passed my way,
Stopping me to reach my goals
But everyone got slayed.
Now, I know the truth that-“I am just a puppet of a great pomp show,
So, let me play my part at best and don’t morrow.”
“The rest is history”-As all say,
& every one shall find ones place to stay.
I know that no one shall be rescued,
The Time- shall slaughter your deceived wings & vows;
& sooner or later we all shall be sewed.