I am in the midst of identity theft
In the midst of burning pieces of wood
I see my limbs are set on fire
This is that material world
I am here made to eat my own flesh
This is the place of vultures of hell
I am here subjected to torment by serpents
Scorpions gnats and other creatures
That are biting me always.
gajanan mishra
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