Nothing Is Real Here

what flaws?

it's traces of a soul

written in silence

raised by chaos

a gray hell with an established hierarchy

elitist faith wrapped in gold,

while rust creeps through treasure

business & power perpetuating wars,

pretending to be angles by fostering

messages of peace.

yellow journalism stained with blood,

whiteness shadowed by hidden stains,

pending judgments & confessions filed

away in some guarded corner

blind man leading blind world

laughing upon children with open eyes,

sheeps led by the wolves, envoys of sheol

people swear on their divine leader

while he cover sins manipulating puppets

crimes are censored, suspects wandering,

evidence miraculously vanishes.

religion ended up begging for mercy,

while devotees stand with stones in hand

lucifer crosses himself and

gags while temptation walks freely,

and mercy returns as cruelty

to the dispossessed.

dust you were, to dust you shall return

the glitter of jewels and crown will fade,

power, greed, and agony will be laid to rest.

It’s the constant reminder that I give to people, that I can abandon you at any moment. It’s me telling everyone, indirectly, not to have any expectations from me; you’ll be disappointed very easily.

i would lose all the other miracles life offers just to be loved by her!

i would cross a thousand bridges of thorns just to be loved by her!

i would endure lifetime of hardships & trails just to be loved by her!