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You Don't Deserve Me You don’t deserve me Or the garlands that I make With words that come from within And leave about for you to take.
You don’t deserve my songs That with seven hues I weave Nor all my lines of wisdom That you find hard to believe.
You don’t deserve the pictures I paint With the blood of a broken heart Nor the stories that I write That pricks the soul like dart.
You don’t deserve my prophecies Of the future and what ahead lies For your conscience is wrapped in stone And you’re deaf to all my cries.
You don’t deserve my sacrifice For in a grave you’ve made your bed You were dead the day you were born And life itself had bled.
You don’t deserve my existence Like the one you crucified He tried to give you everlasting life And you believed he had lied.
~Siddharth Sanyal~
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