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Planned in a million years

Every intricate detail of thread

Every little spot was planned...

Everything was perfect



The life was all set

A fairytale in reality

The dream was reality

It was...



It was all perfect

Nothing could go wrong

Nothing to be anticipated...

Thus, tragedy swung big.



It was one bitter night...

The bitter sweet night of supposed passion

Of freedom...

Of living the dream that was so desired...



Yes, it was tragedy..

A selfish sin of the universe

How unfair it can all be

How unjust the case was...



And all that is left now

Is the memory of the dream

Of how it was

What could have been, would have been...



Oh why did it shatter with one glass

One simple glass of transparent liquid..

The liquid of sudden death...

The potion filled with malice, with hatred.



So what had ruined the dream?

Stupidity. It always is.

It was an unlikely call...

And justice will find its place...



Someday, amongst the stars shining bright...

When the breeze is a light chilly breeze

When the liquid has been found an antidote

Then there will be peace



Never in this life

Never in this world

Never again anywhere else...

But in the reality... that turned into a dream....