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The day is mine

 Manas Agarwal 

The first day of death,
when everything's fine,
when all the gods exhibit their wrath,
I say the day is mine.

When the lightning strikes upon my head,
when all the rivers drown me,
when the spirits speak out their chants,
I say, "come on try and break
me!"

When the pain is in the womb of the witch,
when the forests make all the thundering sounds,
the moment catastrophe strikes the ground,
I am ready with all my strength to rebound.

The day voices start hitting my brain,
I realise every single one's pain,
When my prophet goes wild, the snake lies in the drain,
I know, above them all, I will reign.

The witch comes straight to me,
With the pain in her womb born in my mind,
She rests herself in the graveyard's pine,
I make my last move to make her remind.

That it's the

First day of life
when everything's fine,
when all the gods exhibit their wrath,
I say the day is mine.


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