Chaosphere

A search for eminent future 

Amidst the crowds of irksome furor

Slipping past these inhuman hurdles 

Daring to live lone fold static muddle 


                                                                “ Can you listen? “ I called you,

                                                           Insane as to reluctantly believe few 

                                                Something murmurs inside the veil of dead

                                                        “You ought to live, “ I hear at the end

                                                               Go away from these fragile lands 

Not to mention no one is for you poor molds

Your existence questions your survival 

The odyssey of humans withers into self-destruction 

Paths of enlightenment epitomize adroitness. 

                                                Alas! I move, moved from those messes

                                                                “Come embrace me"

                            Relinquish yourself from the grime of the human soul. 

Let’s it be the end of yours. 

Die, Die enough to be born again!

 

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