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The Jungle
The Jungle
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A jungle is lying beside the cemetery,
The jungle is the kernel of my story.
It's a creepy area,
Even the sun can't be seen here.
Here all the trees are mossy.
They wanna touch the sky
They wanna catch the moon,
Their leaves become yellowish today.
Today birds don't chirp here
The cold wind never blows
Only black flowers bloom.
Spring? No. she never comes again
She's been raped and ruined.
Lion the king of the jungle
Is the rascal one,
Bloody oxes and foxes are his followers.
An ocean of sheep live here,
They are dumb, they have no claim
They only eat grass.
Once there were some giraffes
But they are no more.
Some narrow canals are here
But there's no water.
They get filled with blood
When the devils are at dinner.
