A world of disguise'

In a world of disguise, a soul renders like a hungry shallow beast in search of a feast of happiness to fulfill the desire of emptiness. A heart so warm and empathetic yet so cold that it squeezes my flesh so harmfully that all my blood takes over his palm and he gently drinks my blood then he vomits as if there were so many sins but the way he drinks it makes you feel as if it holds your good deeds, you baffle. Your mind becomes that empty room with just one ray of light and that ray leads to the world of disguise. Where that man belongs to and where now your mind is. What are you doing in such a place where you get wrecked to your core and you cry lying on the cold floor which also has dead rats on it and you see people feeding on human hearts and even livers and kidneys. What is this world? Why are you here while your sensations are getting familiar to the new atmosphere a storm of desires takes you towards the ICU of world of disguise and there dear human you are treated under severe conditions you feel thorns all over one by one your desires beat you and eat you up and treat you like a maniac. Then you tired and grumpy soul rests on the wooden bloc and goes into a deep sleep and wakes up into the hereafter. A thrilling trip to world of disguise.

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