In the empty garden of the inner world, the tree of thought grows from the seed of night,
On the thorned tongues of venomous creatures smiles the pollen of deception,
Jealousy is nurtured in artificiality, the child of malice sleeps in the cradle of cunning,
Faith is torn apart by invisible claws the merciless deity of illusion,
Slander becomes religion, division its mantra, and worship the ecstasy of another’s ruin,
Touching the shadow of words, dead light descends upon the window of the mind.
In the heat of arrogance fade the leaves of honesty,
The masked soul searches for itself like a beggar,
False ornaments, garments of deceit the light of forbidden truth,
The courage to gaze dies, ashes of distrust gather in the chest,
In laughter pierces the splinter of wounds, on the palm beats the soft drum of envy,
Love is sold in palatable words, friendship built upon the sacrifice of betrayal,
Serpents shed their skin in their eyes burns the fire of impure souls.
Beneath the void sleeps an unfamiliar silence, the script of nightmares circles the face,
Upon the mirror of conscience stains of hypocrisy, the reflection of truth distorted,
Poison dwells in words, calculation in gaze, emotions crafted in factories of pretense,
In dim utterances lies the imitation of remorse, wounds hidden behind illusion,
Forgiveness an ornament, mercy an exhausted meaning, bowed honesty a gravestone.
Inner world moonlight scorched by the heat of sin, rain fears to descend through the vapor of guilt,
Eyes overflow with emptiness, the heart seeks some invisible bridge of deliverance,
In the womb of darkness, in the valley of decay, is born the seed of light silent, endless, immortal,
The seed, symbol of purification, finds creation in the flame of destruction,
Man, weary wanderer of a long journey, walks against the shadow of his own self,
Burning in fire, he awakens within his inner world, within his own thorny path.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
In the empty garden of the inner world, the tree of thought grows from the seed of night,
On the thorned tongues of venomous creatures smiles the pollen of deception,
Jealousy is nurtured in artificiality, the child of malice sleeps in the cradle of cunning,
Faith is torn apart by invisible claws the merciless deity of illusion,
Slander becomes religion, division its mantra, and worship the ecstasy of another’s ruin,
Touching the shadow of words, dead light descends upon the window of the mind.
In the heat of arrogance fade the leaves of honesty,
The masked soul searches for itself like a beggar,
False ornaments, garments of deceit the light of forbidden truth,
The courage to gaze dies, ashes of distrust gather in the chest,
In laughter pierces the splinter of wounds, on the palm beats the soft drum of envy,
Love is sold in palatable words, friendship built upon the sacrifice of betrayal,
Serpents shed their skin in their eyes burns the fire of impure souls.
Beneath the void sleeps an unfamiliar silence, the script of nightmares circles the face,
Upon the mirror of conscience stains of hypocrisy, the reflection of truth distorted,
Poison dwells in words, calculation in gaze, emotions crafted in factories of pretense,
In dim utterances lies the imitation of remorse, wounds hidden behind illusion,
Forgiveness an ornament, mercy an exhausted meaning, bowed honesty a gravestone.
Inner world moonlight scorched by the heat of sin, rain fears to descend through the vapor of guilt,
Eyes overflow with emptiness, the heart seeks some invisible bridge of deliverance,
In the womb of darkness, in the valley of decay, is born the seed of light silent, endless, immortal,
The seed, symbol of purification, finds creation in the flame of destruction,
Man, weary wanderer of a long journey, walks against the shadow of his own self,
Burning in fire, he awakens within his inner world, within his own thorny path.
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