Driver of Victory
With the soul blooming like a divine flower
the journey of life begins on the garden path,
the walkway lighted by the rising pristine sun,
your mind shines in the patina of angelic purity.
The light disappears behind cloud of contrivance,
you’re dragged into cesspool of intrigue of being,
the de-petalled flower turns to thorn of evil spirit
and your soul opens the door of the hideous hell.
The shackled demon of eternal damnation let loose
slithers within, darkens the lighted corridor of mind.
In the glow of receding flicker of residual rectitude
you retrieve your resolve, then the combat begins.
To conquer the devilish self, from your mind’s entropy
will emerge the power of will, the driver of victory.
June 24, 2019
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