JINX'S WAR

Let the head thinks
In the mist of madness,
I am never crazy but only
In the pond of madness.

Let the hands ink
In the large of lagging,
I am never scribed but only
In the pool of the calligraphy.

Let the helps come
In the time of entrangles,
I am not sick but only
In the pit of struggles.

Let the safety be
In the dreams of jinx war,
I am not saved but only
In the patrons of their spear.

Let the hold their spears
In the league of the water world
I am asleep to wage the war
In the voice of bombs on hearing.

Let them burst away
In the mist of envies and hatreds
I am not planned a war but only
In the middle of the relationship.

Let them see the little pin their minds in the bloody war.
I am the winner by my hands and mouth's voices. I am winned.

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