How cruel and selfish is the world around me
Ogling at my helplessness shamelessly
The uSury and profound villainy that so unrelenting
In Shambles and crumpled are my hopes
To see my self besieged with travesty and blows
There aint any outsider to blame
Neither do I expect divinity from a total stranger
My life seems to be jeopardized by actions of nobody but a man
Who is next to me and has always been a reverend
Nothing seems right now, nothing seems to be in order
Every piece of mine is ravaged and I am fallen
Who to blame I don’t know, perhaps who sired me
And forgotten the early promises made to see me grow
The ink that inked the first few pages with words like warmth grace and ethos
Perhaps now have been bewitched ,spewing malice and indecency from thereon
From whom to seek answers from , perhaps who is absolute to me
My talks a little ecbatic till now , for they just fail every time to derive the whole
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
How cruel and selfish is the world around me
Ogling at my helplessness shamelessly
The uSury and profound villainy that so unrelenting
In Shambles and crumpled are my hopes
To see my self besieged with travesty and blows
There aint any outsider to blame
Neither do I expect divinity from a total stranger
My life seems to be jeopardized by actions of nobody but a man
Who is next to me and has always been a reverend
Nothing seems right now, nothing seems to be in order
Every piece of mine is ravaged and I am fallen
Who to blame I don’t know, perhaps who sired me
And forgotten the early promises made to see me grow
The ink that inked the first few pages with words like warmth grace and ethos
Perhaps now have been bewitched ,spewing malice and indecency from thereon
From whom to seek answers from , perhaps who is absolute to me
My talks a little ecbatic till now , for they just fail every time to derive the whole
