Manipulation wanders in realms of traumatized hell…
Manipulation is a balloon of monotony which augments by the unfurling
Manipulation rots in dungeons of stagnation…
Manipulation collapses even before it rises from the ground…
Manipulation is a vicious whirlwind which always recoils…
Manipulation strangulates beyond realms of suffocation…
Manipulation salaciously dries every droplet of blood that serenely
Manipulation annihilates fantasy from its very roots…
Manipulation disdainfully infiltrates irrefutable truth…
Manipulation puts all dreams to an obnoxious standstill….
Manipulation is the origin of all obstreperous abuse…
Manipulation ruins the mightiest to raw grains of inconspicuous ash…
Manipulation profoundly dismantles the crux of blissful humanity…..
Manipulation perpetually fails to break the walls of despair….
Manipulation brutally sucks the tiniest trace of jubilation in life….
Manipulation repels even the most horrendous battalion of
Manipulation buries a man breathing celestially beneath his grave…
Manipulation sucks all benevolence; philanthropically entwined in
And Art is the very reason I could take birth an infinite times,
While O! Almighty Lord; keep manipulation away even from the most
decaying framework of my dead bones; each time I left for my heavenly
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