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Conductor of Universal Symphony
In an universe of timeless rhyme, Stars in constellations at synchronicity, chime. The world is full of vivid faiths, Gospels life, in a clockwork, gaits, Cleanliness of the soul, is God-ordained, Natural instincts arrays mind trends, Life in its eternal discipline works, In resonance of the metronome marks. Order in place is the calmness of a sea, Regularity strides, ‘the way to be’, Peace of a cry in a new-born’s face, Heals the pain from deliverance, YET When unexpected calamity strikes, Disorder seizes the way of life, Exploding stars and black holes bend, Shining light source to unexpected ends. Multiple heavens appear like hell, Flying birds drop dead out of spell, Fear of the unnatural, erodes the mind, Eunuchs images demons of a kind. Discordance of music, croaks like a frog, Precision of the clock, comes to a stop, Momentary pain, shrouds eternal glee, A peaceful soul try, hellfire, flee. For once, the spec of disarray, Puts the soul, into a transitory fray, The call of the wilderness, intrigues the brave, Yet, the moment of imprudent zeal, could turn him to his grave. Apprehensive calmness, before a storm, And a clear bright contentment, after it’s gone, The conductor conducts, the symphony in grace, Though at moments a cord, sounds tuned out of place.
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