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Battle For Madness by Satish Verma Sunday, August 12, 2012 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics sending shots to the sky. From the grief of paradoxes Can you run away? One moment you exhibit the caked blood. Next moment it is dark. � Standing on crossroad, do we end the walk and wait for rumbling surge of anarchy? The anguish is writ large on the tanned sun who was moving along with porcupines. The wild berries have colored the skull caps. Swarms of red ants are running behind the heels. Satish Verma

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull	8/13/2012

A very apt title. Ron