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Abstract

Jun 13, 2024
2 min read

Updated: Oct 3, 2024

By Abhishek Kumar Singh



Turning Clocks, Burning Shops, Pending Jobs, Sending cops, breaking knobs

Changing Books, Petting the crooks, Loosening screws, Dividing crews , Uprising Muse

Trying to maintain peace like the Buddhist Monks

Several Miggs Staring at clarice's like the Rudest Punks

Building Towers, Killing Flowers 

Praying Hours, whose in Power


Wondering whats all of this is about

Am i a real one or its just for clout

Setting fire, but where's the pyre

Living life like a rotating gyre 

Humming these lyrics as if i'm in a choir


So where's the treasure hidden

You're doing something that's forbidden

Seeing the morning like the roost of chicken

Criticising me that it's clumisly written


Acquiring nuclear weapon

Keep saying you'll go to heaven

Talk about global issues as if G seven  


Killing our self sufficiency

Churchill saying keep stocks for emergency

Indians savage people let them die of food deficiency


Its like the white man's ignorance

I guess by now you're checking this refrence

Plundering, Torture, Discrimination all in the name of governance 

Imposing one way trade on us for evidence 

Its more like the brown man's tolerance



Its all predecided like Calvin's predestination

Whether be it salvation or damnation

Just keep working with all dedication

In Europe that  lead to capitalism formation


Its like the ship of theseus of Plutarch 

When you change the parts is it the same or does it leave a mark

Go back reread the lines it deserves your attention hark 



You can find yourself in isolation

Its the only time for evaluation

Man is a social animal that's only one part of the equation

Open your third eye for spiritual connection 




I bet you found all clues accidentally like scooby

I guess you're Daphne if it's beauty

If its the brains then Velma is on duty



I keep bringing these abstract pharses

Real life is not like sherlock or Hardy boys cases

I could still go on and on for pages



You're still wondering this is dedicated to whom

Well its the one and only supervillian MF DOOM.


By Abhishek Kumar Singh



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