The saints...
Borrowed mind and a buried soul in
A mutated bare body, with a blistered brain
can hardly be termed as human.....
What do you call them....?
Think and name them.....
It is a universal mess of chaotic and random waves
Receptors are confused....
Reactions are too abnormally irregular
The flooded stimulus are overwhelming
And blunted with perplexed responses.
Live in loathsomeness.....fathom in scorn
We cease to live but joyously existing....
Are we the saints of strangers to one another....?.

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