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Bloody Coffin

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By V. Sai Snigdha Sathwika


A chainsaw on every tree

Not everyone’s will is free

‘Happ endings,’ are a myth really!

How is it that no one can see?


Foe one’s wealth

Costs another one’s health


Pulling out every root sown deep

Red from the murder seep

Into the ground

And all around


Life cannot be found

And no one can sleep in sound


The future is bound to be in red

Everyone’s sleeping eternally in a bed.


By V. Sai Snigdha Sathwika



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