28 April 2014

Twisted thoughts madden my soul while on my own

Sporadic in its approach spun in my head bursting with

Emotions, raging fire strikes at my heart in wreckage

I cannot escape being felt yet I wish, to which magnitude

Of earthly possessions enough to seek them for I plea

The myopic vanity splits me aside from a heroic being

Ascent to the top I wish to stamp on the weaker ones

Antagonistic as I am as invincibility Marlowe’s Faustus

Relished, abruptly a thought that crossed my cognizance

How come I be probable to oversee the demise of our

Life a pivotal verity? Far along will lay the cupidity low

Neighboring us, and cart off from the materialism

Squeezed Human beings like an Octopus to an infinite

Journey for a finite sanitized time, having the faux wall

Of inequity broken down will scale us as one, for well

Or for shoddier like it’d reach us in point that we should

Conquer self-seeking; succumb to the life across the death