Malaya Roses
SURVIVE ME if you can....
Substituted words were unveiled
Smell of past bloodshed, provocative
Hatred created
Acts meant all
Everything taken and threw out
Mind and soul tear apart
Till the end
No surrender could inflict more pain than welcome
Mistaken enemy with lover
Face off the limitless revenge
Being alive and dead was next to my slumber pillow
Tears were reaching heaven and hell
You shall not survive me.
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