The carnival has begun,
It is going on and it will go on,
till the last sun has shone.
The puny life that you have lived,
boasting about what you achieved,
Submitting to hoaxes you believed.
Doesn’t amount a speck among the stars,
none of your gold, mansions and the cars,
all of your peace, freedom and those wars.
The commandments that you preach,
the made-up goals that you will reach,
your forbidden codes that you breach.
Are the little games that you like to play,
in your cocoon, you spun with ignorant clay,
feared and dreaded waiting for doomsday.
You never tried to know why you evolved,
All your purposes lost and gone dissolved,
like a tampered crime scene, never involved.
You were warned, tormented by the wrath,
to quit your sick condescending path,
cleansing your vision on the day of Sabbath.
But you were too busy defying the source,
egoistic to apprehend and bend your course,
realizing you won’t last amidst the mighty force.
a last resort as “It is never late to begin”
Evoke your senses, condemn for your sin
nothing else matters, that medal or this win.
For “death” is the elixir you know deep down
your tricks won’t pay off, you ****** clown
your 6 ft pit dug in the wasteland of your town.
Acids seeping in, burning your crippled bone
Rest in peace carved on your fancy gravestone
and yet, inside burns your foul soul alone.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
The carnival has begun,
It is going on and it will go on,
till the last sun has shone.
The puny life that you have lived,
boasting about what you achieved,
Submitting to hoaxes you believed.
Doesn’t amount a speck among the stars,
none of your gold, mansions and the cars,
all of your peace, freedom and those wars.
The commandments that you preach,
the made-up goals that you will reach,
your forbidden codes that you breach.
Are the little games that you like to play,
in your cocoon, you spun with ignorant clay,
feared and dreaded waiting for doomsday.
You never tried to know why you evolved,
All your purposes lost and gone dissolved,
like a tampered crime scene, never involved.
You were warned, tormented by the wrath,
to quit your sick condescending path,
cleansing your vision on the day of Sabbath.
But you were too busy defying the source,
egoistic to apprehend and bend your course,
realizing you won’t last amidst the mighty force.
a last resort as “It is never late to begin”
Evoke your senses, condemn for your sin
nothing else matters, that medal or this win.
For “death” is the elixir you know deep down
your tricks won’t pay off, you ****** clown
your 6 ft pit dug in the wasteland of your town.
Acids seeping in, burning your crippled bone
Rest in peace carved on your fancy gravestone
and yet, inside burns your foul soul alone.
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