Defeated On The Chariot Poem by Malaya Roses

If it was fated
Today
My angel was decided
On letting go of a soul of mine;
I may possibly not say no
But surrender
Deemed must as a substantiation
Love and unassuming
With tears and ultimate sadness
Inconsolable moan
And if today
The satanic verse could find a drip air
Wind was blowing, agreed
Kill me in grace
And I must embrace this fate
God’s promise
Human’s pledge.

If today
Archangels keep their wings closed
I must accept
With tears and fears
For a grief will be the mine of soul
Empty
Unscarred,
Unshakeable
No commiseration might be made
The probability was poor
Die with no words to utter
A last touch
Might be the end and if today…
God is defying my will
So dear, I have nothing else to say further.

Calling all the demons and angels; meet me at the gate.
Faith and insolence, accepted beyond comprehension
But where is the love
Where is the love
In here
I am the human
Swallow nude shame of being alone
Faced all evils at the bare handed
Defeated on my chariot
Due compassion was spoken
Arrogance of the ungrateful, I was killed.

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