I craft my God,
So that,
In turn,
It can curse me.
I make Frankenstein monster,
So that,
After being alive,
It can swallow me.
I searched and found,
The one,
Who was sought-after,
So that,
It could humiliate me.
Thousands of mile away,
Far from home,
From a cross-road,
I choose steep hilly-terrain,
To find one,
So that,
I could see it,
Dying of its own death.
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