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Masquerade Ball

Value of the worth is based on what?
Your heart crouches, your neck leans.
It is appreciated and thrown away.
If the value has a benefit, it mumps where it is.
God reprimanded a thousand times at every pray.
And I was at every sight.
I was capturing share, my dices were tossup.
Since this mourning was equal.
God was the body always.
This earthquake collapsed plenty of clovers.
All these destructive impacts motivated for battle.
It laid trouble in front of my eyes.
The flame of benefit wrapped the person.
There was only one hope at every basis.
Mistral took the liar friend behind it.
And everybody wears masks.
Face is saggy, pulled long.
Escape and ditch, devil is the ball hero.
Every rhyme inside the gruel is on riot.
And the worth is worthless now.
And highlight my name at every race.
I name myself, keep my name in deep.
Which word is our name?
Where is our mother, in which hell she is getting burned?
Was our side always empty?
We became blood brothers too, whatever.
 
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I took myself with me and walked through the thin line of my way, the ones all around are named as stranger.
Everybody has started walking with their masks around me
I couldn’t recognize faces and stared console myself with if only thoughts. I was thinking if my face I saw in my dreams are really mine. Lots of masks looking into my eyes as if interrogating me. This place is full of strangers and liars.
I want to get out.
Let me go and take myself with me.
 
I was alone when creator put me in the world arena.
I was alone while I am taking every breath.
Did I lose me in these obscures?
And I learned the meaning of the word enemy from the ones I called friends.
Human is teacher of humanity, shrew if necessary.
When I stepped into the psychology of seeing different teachers at different classes every day and getting different grades at every exams, I think I was at elementary school. So I was a kid, a new passenger who just started his journey. I took lots of breaks in this way.
I was well away, prolonged my way.
I knew lots of faces, got lots of implications.
I committed faces to my memory.
When he is mentioned, I said my friend.
When I am mentioned he said don’t know him.
Put his mask on and turned his face away.
And deleted all the permanent traces.
Time couldn’t bring my memory book which was in past.
His mask fell at every page.
Nowadays everybody who is looking into my eyes is after something.
All plots are hidden behind false expressions.
Calculates the number of dreams hidden in egoist loves.
All lineaments are hidden in their masks.
Only time saluted this guy and the guy didn’t forget.
 
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