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Say, Life,
If I die in love,
Will it be enough a cause
To have my soul saved
From your grip?

You fooled me into believing in you
You showed me only the pleasures that you give
Without ever telling me
That they are false and temporal
That accompanying them
Are your thorns
Always here, ready to prick each and every corner
Of my whole being!

The existence you give is false, it moves from its peak 
To a state of rot
From which Death swallows it
As if it were a piece of fresh meat
And Death itself, a hungry lion!

The love you pretend to be made up of does not exist
It is meant to adorn your cause
That of allowing you to be as you probably
Feel bored 
And need to see us, frail souls, suffer 
To feel pleased in your ego!

The materialistic side that makes you up
Is futile!
Souls need it not
Though they realize it not,
Heavily bent on pleasing their needs and their comforts
As ruled they are by these,
Having forgotten the essence of life as it should be!

The pain you blow over us
Sneers at us and invades us
Mocking us with its putrid heart
Each time our tears run down our cheeks
As if they were blood oozing out of our souls!

The lack of morality, the non respect of the pure
The lack of virtue, the non acknowledgement of that which is true
Pray, life, 
In all you are more than a burden
And we souls
Are trapped in your midst!

Why, it has been a while since I have been getting bored
I am no more a child, ready to laugh at each of your pretentious jokes
I am a more a teenager, easily duped by that which you tempt me with
I am now wise
And in my wisdom
I rule you as being false, Life!

Yet, your rules stipulate that once we play your games
We are to play till the end
As leaving in the middle will imply disrespecting you!

Pray, Life
Tell me,
If I die in love
Will it be enough a cause
To have my soul saved
From your grip?

28th April 2019
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