An evil legacy

Buried in soil, beneath the surface,
Your memories, your tongue still haunts the place,
The lies you spread opened your grave
But still somehow your evilness remains,
I never thought I’ll see this day,
When the miracle called ‘life’ will turn into jealously and hatred…
Even though you died your legacy will continue,
It’ll produce such fruits the world never knew,
The babies- when they knock the earth,
They’ll be welcomed by this unknown thirst,
“of doing bad and expecting good ”
And life my friend will become
” a parade of nostalgic fools”.



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