Demon

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God created a demon That was called human Every time he or she is caught She is trying to prove it right There is no limit to treachery It is considered fine blend of oratory People exclaim” what a brilliant man is he “? Totally aloof and worry free His conscious knows what he is all about How much are deep his roots! What does he do to survive race? Why does he claim innocence on face? When almighty gives shock? He becomes powerless to stake All kind of mercy appeal Now he faces problem real He comes to know about love He laments about past hate and believes The life is not what is talked about The real life is what is experienced in and out Let people do what they like Do not leave the path and strike At innocent or poor Else god shall too show you the door

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