As a kid, he cried for a pack of crayons.
But all he got was, some fat books on Maths, Science and Freons.
He grew up amidst the stench of his suffocating passion.
Tinting his mind in a rational and scientific fashion.
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He went on, emphatically learning new things.
Just like the bird, flying without his own wings.
He strived and thrived to be the best.
Strangling his dreams, he laid them to rest.
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Over the years, his soul was infiltrated with hatred and anger.
Piercing his heart, like an acute dagger.
And, today he creates weapons of mass destruction.
Using all his knowledge, wrecking innocent lives has become his addiction.
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Who knows? It might not be his fault.
As he’s a man with his wounds on salt.
Brainwashed, seeking revenge of his mercilessly destroyed childhood.
His rational cognizance failed to discern between the bad and the good.
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