In his early days
he was innocence personified
like any child.
In those days he couldn’t
even stand the sight of
blood and was prone to fainting.
With the flow of time
he grew to be a
robust young man.
Bitter experiences, one
after another pushed him
to the abyss of a
ruthless, cold-blooded man.
Time gifted him a
dark mask and an
equally dark long, flowing gown
and took membership
in a hardcore militant outfit.
The innocent boy who
once fainted at the
very sight of blood
evolved into a cold-blooded assassin
and grew excited to behead
his victims one by one
thus drawing maximum pleasure.
His past never bothered him,
parents, siblings
and his erstwhile friends
gradually sunk into the dark sea of oblivion.
Now he has no feeling of guilt
to admit and confess
before the world that he
is a coward and continue to be a coward.
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