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Bangalore, India

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. My victims are rich of poor, young or old, strong or weak I cause millions of accidents, I am cancer in your bones I fathered the lie, twist what you say, speak not the truth I am insidious, impartial, deep inside your chromosomes I take what you love, and leave you in tears I imprison your soul, your hopes are my games I strip you of pride, my promise is in vain While you burn at the stake I dance with the flames I bring poverty, sickness and death A worthless handshake, the slickest thief, I steal your wealth I answer your prayers for greed and lust More than evil, I laugh at your trust I am more pow