'It Seems...' Poem by Jielone Maristela

Like a spell of poison
Whomever, whatever, wherever thou art went
Destiny leads to damnation
However, why, must it be ever-present?

Seemingly fate's order tricks us into creating creative illusions

Like a song of temporary paradise
Oasis found, happiness, and satisfaction surrounds
However, stare beyond the present time and may you surmise
That, oh, paradise, even ye may soon demise.

...like what reality preaches within this space-time continuum

...that we're ever deserving of deterioration, and that's the ultimatum.