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THE BELIEVERS, THE BELIEVERS , THE BELIEVERS , THE BELIEVERS , THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street

something of a lofty ideal

in politics of poverty, I want to get back

to my native moon.There are

too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.

Sun was altering the geometry of crops.

Genes were manipulated and the

debate was running on fiction.

Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question

and the hunger was discovering the cause.

Suicides had toppled the numbers

and clouds had become colorful.

God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

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THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street

something of a lofty ideal

in politics of poverty, I want to get back

to my native moon.There are

too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.

Sun was altering the geometry of crops.

Genes were manipulated and the

debate was running on fiction.

Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question

and the hunger was discovering the cause.

Suicides had toppled the numbers

and clouds had become colorful.

God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

---------------------

THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street

something of a lofty ideal

in politics of poverty, I want to get back

to my native moon.There are

too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.

Sun was altering the geometry of crops.

Genes were manipulated and the

debate was running on fiction.

Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question

and the hunger was discovering the cause.

Suicides had toppled the numbers

and clouds had become colorful.

God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

---------------------

THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street

something of a lofty ideal

in politics of poverty, I want to get back

to my native moon.There are

too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.

Sun was altering the geometry of crops.

Genes were manipulated and the

debate was running on fiction.

Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question

and the hunger was discovering the cause.

Suicides had toppled the numbers

and clouds had become colorful.

God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

---------------------

THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street

something of a lofty ideal

in politics of poverty, I want to get back

to my native moon.There are

too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.

Sun was altering the geometry of crops.

Genes were manipulated and the

debate was running on fiction.

Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question

and the hunger was discovering the cause.

Suicides had toppled the numbers

and clouds had become colorful.

God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

---------------------

THE BELIEVERS

Inheriting the dust of street

something of a lofty ideal

in politics of poverty, I want to get back

to my native moon.There are

too much wounds here.

My green blessings came from the dark.

Sun was altering the geometry of crops.

Genes were manipulated and the

debate was running on fiction.

Down the drain went the hybrids.

To glow or not to glow was the big question

and the hunger was discovering the cause.

Suicides had toppled the numbers

and clouds had become colorful.

God knows when the ceremony will end.

Satish Verma

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