If i mint a memento
with the glitters of games and gold,
not to jug your memory
but to make your relics offload.
i must grub then the walls,
with the words brightly poked,
like all that glitters can never be gold.
what ever your retort will be,
even my soul defies to care.
let the nature perceive
what a traitor deserves a satire.
Oh...Angel...
be keen on shaping full human being
not that without core,
or be alert for a core less earth
heralding the mementos of deplore.
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