A moratorium's been given to you
Clearing yourself from pseudo accusations
Inside your shaking ,thinking of death-row
Doubtful thoughts about desecration our nation
Am I the absolute right?
Or I deserve entrapment?
Fought against fake dark lights
Throught too many sleepless nights
My whole life based on pure justice
Inherited eagerness the for peace
I'm giving in to these upper feelings
I'm the poetry whithin a straitjacket
A papercut could be the weapon
Seems so harmless, but its lethal one
Eternal happiness maybe a reason
But it's not good enough, you hardly won
Tied to this supreme festivity
Hitched to my own moral insanity
Better not take me to custody
Or else I'm faking my identity
Its not that I dont live in a lie anyway
but pretending gives advantage everyday
Am I the greatest poser of the Universe?
Or just selfish being with killing face?