Reaper 129 and France 0

Apostles of Belenus signatured tall,
Eye-filling on European green lands;
Lamenting today,
Hunched back;
Yet again on another doomed foreplay.

This end-game whistled friendlier this time,
As life dribbled few Zinedines’ skills;
Near Stade De’ France,
Dodged by vested Tarantulas;
Herein a cannibalistic love affair.

Tolls further the Reaper,
Flying bullets this time;
Triggering fingers fire fries,
Nailed coffins;
In pastas and wine,
Whilst poor eaglets chewed metal;
Therein a Californian Hotel divine.

Lost 129 and,
Beyond the line;
Still the game is on,
Beware, it restarts anywhere; anytime.

And blackish Sheep sublimes,
Unrolling tear ups worldwide;
Lip-locking moist hearts,
To kiss French,
Wish inked a lie; Goddamn!

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Akash is an aspiring Poet/Author/Song writer and also writes content for various articles/blogs and threads posted in innumerable websites, communities and social networking groups for literary works. He is good at brainstorming and fast in writing crispy content, bold slogans, catchy captions and punchy one liner’s. Akash has already got few of write ups internationally published in an Anthology on Zombies named as, ‘Unleash the undead’ a compilation by international author Samie Sands. Currently, he looks forward to launch his first book published by 'Destined to write publications', which is a Canadian publishing/writing firm.


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