Words of Agnostic
Preacher tempts us to ride
For us to be salvage
From the river of hell
Their words blinded
The eyes of many
But I belong to the few
Who would rather choose
To swim at the canal of torture
If that'll be the price of my action
We are all stained
With myriads of peccadilloes
The salvaging lie
The perfume of lust
The chest of greed
Such nature of human
But what's my point?
Nothing, nothing at all
I would rather say
Continue to drink the celestial milk
That seems filled your thirst
Because, my earthy venture
Was sealed of dark and lonely travel
But pity me not
Because we might just
Have the same fate
The seems hope of paradise
Bestowed to you by sages
Might just a world of fairy tales
A clear sky myth
Just an eyes closed journey
Towards the hole of oblivion
8/27/2016
Mysterious_aries
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