Standing at the crossroads,
Cheesy lines are filling the prose.
Dull brains holding the flags,
Clans are shouting “they are the best”.
Journey seems to an end
Inspirations are all in vain.
Cater life aren’t going to end,
Another dull day at the necropolis.
And, some random thoughts
Gutter rats are on the charge.
Enigma on the rise,
Elevated life is paying the price.
Try to write a song,
It’s a horrible one.