Nothingness of Life (dVerse OLN)

the bam, the bOOm

and the statues befell,

paper puppets filled with

litters and scraps and nothing else,

.

but of those crackers

that flare up the sparkles

that massacre these tall chaps,

50 feet high and sometimes more,

.

those who epitomize evil,

but they stood for a day,

they befell with celebration

of nothing,

.

t’is said good wins over the evil,

and hence we represent,

with these smokes and noises,

we celebrate, we dance away,

.

we go zany, we find ourselves

lost in crowds, who are there

with no reason but to be a part

of a throng and nothing;

.

nothing else but a sense

that we will win because

we are good and decent, who says that,

but for you, no one and said word is,

.

nothing, this zilch that rules our lives,

evil, wicked which is brutal than evil,

.

we have espoused while we

look at those paper mounds,

burning, our eyes smoldering along

but for naught, nothing,

.

nothing that prevails,

nothing, that our lives

have become these days

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