Each Man's Cross
In the blistering cold out there
a dive, seemingly harmless lure
despite doubts of absolute blur
leaving none for man to endure
Reciprocating, unending
this sick cycle of ignorance
Deceptively everlasting
this notion I concur, a nuisance
Traces behind true act's despair
leads to a road of perdition
Into every whims and each stare
fold to discord, absolution!
If God speaks of pure blasphemy
not in a sense from the obvious
norms which forms a vile society
all that burdens us, our own cross.
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