Sin demands confession.
Mistakes are repaired by occasional acknowledgement.
The circle of innocence has been curved
Upon the book of apprehensive compulsion.
Stupidity takes the toll of sheer ignorance.
There lies no second chance, as for the fool
The overwhelming simplicity summons punishment.
A scapegoat of incident may find
The eternal question jeering at, with piercing gaze,,
Is it all about to be taxed, or to be levied,
In this unequal game?
Life chuckles and leave-
To bleed and weep in silence .
Staggering with the burden of crime.
I've seen many a man have been redeemed.
The eyes of the thousand corpses
Have been sealed and locked under the innocent acknowledgement.
For being violent repeatedly, for the sake of self,
In the name of giving civilization a steady progress.
When the purpose is only to hoist the flag-
Bi-colored, tri-coloured, colorful, shaped like rectangular grave.
To hide the deliberate mistake that
Will be repeated again after decade.
The chameleon , too, changes its skin,
Though not by mistake.
Of which we're more keen
To paint the conscience, leaden with bereavement.
The idiot still dreams of peace.
Sings the dirge of war and wounds.
Seeks for pristine rays,
Which mend imperfections with grace.
To welcome the birds with aubade,
Nor with of society's programmed language.
Jesus was crucified.
Luther was slained.
They were fools to express love ,
For the mankind!
Yet I'm happy to be fool, befooled in many ways.
The death always pays
For the fool ,with irreconcilable approaches,
That dares to orchestrate the cacophony of jarring madness.
Mistakes are repaired by occasional acknowledgement.
The circle of innocence has been curved
Upon the book of apprehensive compulsion.
Stupidity takes the toll of sheer ignorance.
There lies no second chance, as for the fool
The overwhelming simplicity summons punishment.
A scapegoat of incident may find
The eternal question jeering at, with piercing gaze,,
Is it all about to be taxed, or to be levied,
In this unequal game?
Life chuckles and leave-
To bleed and weep in silence .
Staggering with the burden of crime.
I've seen many a man have been redeemed.
The eyes of the thousand corpses
Have been sealed and locked under the innocent acknowledgement.
For being violent repeatedly, for the sake of self,
In the name of giving civilization a steady progress.
When the purpose is only to hoist the flag-
Bi-colored, tri-coloured, colorful, shaped like rectangular grave.
To hide the deliberate mistake that
Will be repeated again after decade.
The chameleon , too, changes its skin,
Though not by mistake.
Of which we're more keen
To paint the conscience, leaden with bereavement.
The idiot still dreams of peace.
Sings the dirge of war and wounds.
Seeks for pristine rays,
Which mend imperfections with grace.
To welcome the birds with aubade,
Nor with of society's programmed language.
Jesus was crucified.
Luther was slained.
They were fools to express love ,
For the mankind!
Yet I'm happy to be fool, befooled in many ways.
The death always pays
For the fool ,with irreconcilable approaches,
That dares to orchestrate the cacophony of jarring madness.
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