Poor Souls Part One

i dont know where to start , i dont know where it will end , how it will end, but i know only one thing.
it wont be any like any previous cases..i bet on it...

Growing up in old building in lanes of 300 years, where the "chalta hai" was there everynoke and corner.
my soul flourished,those mischeivious days of my childhood still lingers in my eyes,causing so much
anxiety and being loved by everyone out their makes me so nostalgic today.




Life was never so rude and bad for me, the strange feelings where you confront the present situations and to your aim..
Life was never so damn bad, until i came to this project , where i was deserted out of my soul,where i found deserted
souls ripped by the thirsty devils to mean,jealous who donot have a pinch of humanity carving for more mortal souls..



The souls are regenevated,the souls came from the ashes like pheonix ready to rip off the thirsty soul sucking devils
still more and more souls are to aroused mine among them, my soul so got strangled in web of uncontrolable conditions
and so much more to achive still makes me mind with aghast,

so many souls wondering in lanes where supreme souls of power visited,languising under eyes of thirsty soul sucking devils
ready to punish with atmost severity , where you dont know why you are punished and for what crime you have commited
souls who resist to be ripped off rebel with defiance gearing for take off for life..

These devils in disguise make a present face which makes so attractive to somany virgin souls get in to deception of
grand gimmicks of some