The End Of Graciousness Poem by chew cheng yew

With no descriptions,
I'm standing here once-
again with a poignant heart.

Whilst gazing at the liquid
of enmity with no virtuous sights,
the presence of an affectionate angelic-
being is felt.

Raising my eye brows no more,
she shoves me with LUCIFER HANDS-
to the sea of fury.

Now, I'm drowned to the point of-
vengeance seeing that everything-
with me is Achilles' heel always.

''The Death of Graciousness will always bridges purified-
souls to the depth of darkness.