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Indulging delusion


I summon you,the unborn
Little stubborn,made up of meat ball, 
Out from from darkness to the light,
 you had to put up a fight
From the void to become child,
You had to prove your gender,
To the uterus lender
To the tests numerous other
There rests you promising to be sin free 

You failed on it
Sailed on to delusion
With so much confusion

Sent to be sin free
You went on a indulgence spree

Feeling the source of induction
You were resultant force
Unaware of the goal
You diluted your soul
That is a fool in making
With thoughts shaking
Something is lacking

Since you are a sin out of a sin
You ought to be  indulging delusion
In form of saturated pleasure
That is so faux scrumptious...
So nonsensious 

Wise thing to do 
Embrace  the call
O dear meat ball
Delusion is your fear
But the conclusion is very near
O dear meat ball
Dear unborn
Dear child
I summon you to sever the delusion.

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