Monday, February 2, 2015

Love, Love, Love


Sing with love and prepare to lie down
in your very own box of eternity.
Intoxicate your head with the sick concept
and you would be surely found in insanity.
Eternally lost in a forlorn wisdom
indulged by vicious frankincense of mystery,
Yet it would drag you down to resignation –
one married to the famous misery.
Craze yourself with such thing of no definition
just to fit in what they treat as noble norm,
and looming in the distance is the great fate
of being covered by soil and feasted by worms.
Enjoy the smile and sweet laughter
and be ready for a very palatable slaughter.

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