Namesake

“In the pitch of darkest confession

You re the pen with droplets of poison

Parsing the Evil and God inside

You re the Human sunk in lies

Pursuing Bhagwat Gita and sacrifice 

You owe no justice deep down eyes

It ain’t no era of Adam and Eve

No theory to Newton’s third law trade

Once I be born I would be the Christ

I am the man I would be honoured wise

There ain’t no Queen only be the one

I am the King slaying top Maverick Gun

He who’s namesake woes atmosphere 

Confession seems looks unfair

Naked truth worth rich or beggar

No theory cheers World end is near”