When joy and laughter share moments priceless
Across miles, different worlds when meet
Weaves how two dreams often into one destiny
To begin the sweet and timeless journey
A mother’s warmth, a lover’s promise, a friend’s hand
Such is the bond of human love
When gloom befalls on the very fragile hope
In the mist of heavy rain, at the mercy of powerlessness
The rise after that pit-less fall
The smile on face when burdens bear
And find a sweet song even in the saddest cry
Such is the strength of human character
When soothing words heal many a bruises
Kindness in smile moves the coldest of hearts
Sympathy fragrances a soul scared,
And affection nurtures a broken winged
Holding a hand, wiping few tears, going the extra mile
Such is the compassion, humans tender
When weeps and mourns are beaten to silence
A butcher triumphs over, mercy no more,
As the once intolerable wrong rises to victory
And so begins to water the ground with tears
To taste the very fruit of deceit
Such extremes define human brutality
When horror and evil knits a snare
Suffer in turn, the purest innocence of all
A frozen scream, a child in depths of despair
Guilt’s the trademark, humiliation the price
And so plays the horror, over and again
Such is the disgusting nature of human wickedness
When existence thrives only in madness,
Giving into an abyss of nothingness,
But flaming thorny wildness
Engulfing a fire so spitefully fearless,
Hatred, coldness, aloofness, oblivion in the end
Such is the vacuum of human insanity
When holy fears burn brighter than righteousness
The good perform the bad in faith’s very own name
Beliefs of firm conviction, become cruelest of jokes
The spirit and soul of grace, alas now divides
For some the perfect ideology, others merely an illusion
Such is the hypocrisy of human spirituality
When narrating the tale of most mystic of natures
The divine soul, the most incredible of beings
One is left clueless at the falsity of human vanity
The Innocent childhood, the selfish maturity
The false puppet shows, the naïve audience
Such shades draw the formless of the perfect
By: Angel
Across miles, different worlds when meet
Weaves how two dreams often into one destiny
To begin the sweet and timeless journey
A mother’s warmth, a lover’s promise, a friend’s hand
Such is the bond of human love
When gloom befalls on the very fragile hope
In the mist of heavy rain, at the mercy of powerlessness
The rise after that pit-less fall
The smile on face when burdens bear
And find a sweet song even in the saddest cry
Such is the strength of human character
When soothing words heal many a bruises
Kindness in smile moves the coldest of hearts
Sympathy fragrances a soul scared,
And affection nurtures a broken winged
Holding a hand, wiping few tears, going the extra mile
Such is the compassion, humans tender
When weeps and mourns are beaten to silence
A butcher triumphs over, mercy no more,
As the once intolerable wrong rises to victory
And so begins to water the ground with tears
To taste the very fruit of deceit
Such extremes define human brutality
When horror and evil knits a snare
Suffer in turn, the purest innocence of all
A frozen scream, a child in depths of despair
Guilt’s the trademark, humiliation the price
And so plays the horror, over and again
Such is the disgusting nature of human wickedness
When existence thrives only in madness,
Giving into an abyss of nothingness,
But flaming thorny wildness
Engulfing a fire so spitefully fearless,
Hatred, coldness, aloofness, oblivion in the end
Such is the vacuum of human insanity
When holy fears burn brighter than righteousness
The good perform the bad in faith’s very own name
Beliefs of firm conviction, become cruelest of jokes
The spirit and soul of grace, alas now divides
For some the perfect ideology, others merely an illusion
Such is the hypocrisy of human spirituality
When narrating the tale of most mystic of natures
The divine soul, the most incredible of beings
One is left clueless at the falsity of human vanity
The Innocent childhood, the selfish maturity
The false puppet shows, the naïve audience
Such shades draw the formless of the perfect
By: Angel
1 comment:
very intense .. i like it :)
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