Batool orders, “Seduce my mind thereto you can have my body!
Find my soul and I am yours forever!” is she in actual fact ready?
Too late it is! Zaffar has fallen in love with Sidra, ensuing death,
Thy gateway under all circumstances rest in discretion shibboleth;
Only Sidra(death) is free to open my heart-door without knocking,
Don’t dare death, been dead as a millennium year, why shocking;
Before born remain addicted to death beyblade through a rocking,
Covertly stand crippled at inner core by split laceration blocking;
Smash up remained eternally undying sieved with umpteen scars,
Angriest fester scar faded over a time invisible on bloodguilt gars;
Sole intact painful memoir center freshening the impact of assault,
How dreadful real it was in offensive world shared via somersault;
Sometimes, thinking superimposes my tiny world I belong where?
It prickles farewell! Find myself junk of living vegetable nowhere;
Stay heavy hearted, yet cannot put in plain words, inner core melt,
Facing gory road to travel and a heavy load to stand, fright smelt;
It is a lengthy way to Sidra seeking my death but without a Batool,
Hardly one find any person commit euthanasia lack virtue befool;
Distinctly, studded by an bona fide as you’re my life’s arbitrator,
Life death alignments blame dealings vest in yours optional spur;
For taking souls via dropped leave, you send Izreil for death toll,
Laying an alleyway of delight for kin, near and dear get rid droll;
Make definite all and sundry in your boat of death have real turn,
Ought not drill hole as your eyes fixed on corporeal list not churn;
Loyalty and love are in consonance with eachother seek attention,
Once fallen victim to Batool and Sidra results in eternal retention.