the ill fiddled minded evil

The last ten minutes of my chemistry, caught me laughing at the enemy...hahahaha.....

Bouncing back to glory:
resurfacing from the past,
they weren't strong after all,
but erroneously thought they were tough.

Their dots were loosely linked,
joined together like macaroni,
as feeble as a baby.

A small abode they call a citadel,
apuu, not even big enough to accommodate me.

I 've left them wondering, thinking and feeling insecure of my coming.

Worried and fighting over the cause of my escape.
just another milestone to say sorry, devil,
you just ain't my portion cos you are a low lifer....

***winning ways***
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