Chinta and Chita

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Chinta and Chita both burn, each, turn by turn. Chita kills , you cease to exist. Chinta kills your pretention to live. On Chita , the log writes you in history, in Chinta the logic dissolves in mystery. Chinta is bayonet , reasons are guns. Chita is finality to megalomania of fun.

Born free in the world so beautifull, but left to the puppets , all so ruefull.. Chinta struck for the first time, ripped off my innocence and showed the path of popular men. But still left some , to my nemesis. I ignored my wisdom and disguised bliss. Chinta had since been a very staunch bromide, the deluded platonism somehow made me realise that this Chinta is leading me to my sad demise.

I was on my knees , i begged to him. I know it was cardinal sin. 'Why should I spare you?' I said , cos I have been a vodoo. he asked , from where did you get this word from. i said, metallica. he said , another one.

Now its too late for me to elude Chinta, it goes down with me to my Chita. Both burn, each turn by turn.