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Livid rage roars,
resounding repentance
rots me from inside.
Anger can sometimes grow to maddening heights, drowning its victims in utter misery.
Senses smothered in filth,
wails in repugnance,
isolated from immoral.
Open to a world where deception and immorality dominates, disgust is inevitable.
Merriment bequeaths mirth,
cheeks shed a glow
coddling the tranquil soul.
Laughter frees your mind from the stressful obstacles of life by bringing a smile on your face.
Mesmerised by mysteries,
marvel those curious
agog to drift off.
The most inquisitive people, have an unquenchable thirst of knowledge, marvelled by the wonders of the world.
Burning beneath a cold heart,
wet flames rise atop
melts the toughest stone.
Even beneath the coldest heart, lies the sympathetic compassionate being, who has incredible powers to heal the foul soul.
The man in the mirror
envelops his fractal fingers
over my scathing sight,
seeking quixotic symmetry,
the apogean gift of harmony,
with his enigmatic allure,
disillusions me off vanity;
off a falsifying dream.
The liar traps me in his liar,
to aid in his endless search for perfection
while shaming me for the sins I repent.
Vanity is one nasty thing.
I leapt ahead,
leaving my tread,
in a sense of dread
hanging overhead,
floating, aimless;
flying, wingless;
the sky, cloudless;
the future, clueless.
I couldn’t look down,
or graze the ground, felt
my systems, breaking down;
my soul, in sorrows drown;
my life, upside down; but-
my faith, ne’er dies down.
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