15/02/08
what dwells in this abyss is a feeling not worth of being
yet it entails the horror of seeing
the putrefied self and the hell of the monsterous dwell,
it makes one embrace hate
and decides the trembling fate,
of that feeling perched high and above,
the sylvian contours and musical moors
of how i can kill it with one slash , it amazes me
and can i let it die
should it fazes me ??
kill is not the will of this heart,
and it will not in any sense depart
from the feelings which incite all these things
which are not worth of being.
as for the world it will be what is it .. all i can do is make this feeling strong
that feeling which says killing of any sort is wrong.
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