Mutiny By Antichrist Poem by Aqib Javid Bhat

Caught up in the mental dungeon,
Darkness is orbing the earth.
Hologram kindling the antechamber,
The need of the orisons is urged.

Is it the terminus or the beginning?
The hocus-pocus covering a lot of ground,
Horribly, everyone screaming in pain!
It can't be uttered, so hush, shh!

The wave of peace, under fire.
Hell, looking like a sight for sore eyes,
And paradise, an inferno.
Everything, an illusion or a question?

Make an orison to reach Home.
Turn over a new leaf, fair and square.
That's the narrow escape.
This is mutiny by antichrist.