The only person that listens to me is my external dialogue
You call it schizophrenia, I call it a duologue
But in reality it's just, it's just that in a group of two
I am my own leader, subject, enemy and compeer
Born out of a fear of being alone, my mind began to sere
And unintentionally planted a voice into each cerebral hemisphere

Part I: The Elegy of the ******

O we all hail from the pits of ashes, coals, and tar
And crawled out from the crater, of that northern cold star

All ye heart’s wish is to stand in the pope’s grand pulpit
All souls unknowingly swindled, ye vainly submit!

Then, if apes be to humans and humans be to gods;
Unto stones we spit out our apostasies and sobs

We strip our skins to this detestable madness,
From darkness once lurked, we go back with ill fondness

So we adorn ourselves with profane golden idols
On our hands, feet, and neck; to cover our vile souls

And ye stab thine own neighbor, to fulfill thine own ploys
Thou hath betrayed thyself, for that thirty silver coins

As a putrefied heart turn to a hardened stone,
So it breaks into dust, as gusts of shame strews it alone

Woe to me! How do I redeem my lost poor soul?
If the wroth Maker hath already taken my toll

Part II: The Ode of the Saints

O if hope crumbles, that it turns tears into sand
Thou shalt find His Majesty, stretching out his mighty hand

Let the Great I Am remove, the dirt mixed from thy tears
Unto his glory shall yield thee, till the end of thy years

O in Thy courts, we find, the rest so desperately sought
Bestow Thy vindication that Thou hath lovingly bought

Thou giveth roses without thorns, a bridge without nails
Giving Thy warm breath of life, as death’s sting fails

Now, let us bask in Thy sweet fold of heaven’s light
Thou my highest Word, Thy wisdom that restored my sight

Naught indeed, but the Son’s love, is undeterred to save!
I, ever with thee, and Thy Spirit of Fire I crave!

Grateful we are! Thou living water, the Prince of Peace
Thou hath cometh, so that endless thirst may cease

For once and for all; for us, he was laid
Let us rejoice with glee, for it is free, none paid!

O soloing beautiful soul!
Promise me, to join me
in this solus course of
life.

My rudimental nature
calls out for my jovial
motto to execute the
internal roots of its
belief system.

It is not possible unless
I move on. Although, it has
many phases, but it is still a
pain to carry a greyly heart
with its rosy longingness.

Help me to never look back
again! I wish even if I do,
then let me not get abandoned
by its faith for feeling the peace
of where I am today!

Shivpriya
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