I've been presented hope,
on a
global scale.
An unattainable gift
requiring
a swift
evolutionary shift.
While
walking with the badmen
laughing at
poor men,
stealing from the rich men.
A pandora box
in the birthday
shop.
Marked
by the
fourteen
smelling of kerosene.
Unfolds the
dark side of origami,
instructions to a
new
everlasting paradigm.
where life is just
the pace
of, time
passing by.
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