We are the unstable masters of our lives.
Trying to grasp reality through a peep hole,
While Staring blankly on an otherwise illusive darkness,
We take a glimpse of the fundamental truth.
The world of treason fornicates lies
And eats away the righteous minds
While the trinity smiles with the wind
And transmutes, The I.
The I, sees the renegades
And the malice of civilisation,
Eating away man's conscience.
One I,
One I immerses into the bosom of The Divine Truth
Reaching for the virgin sky and purity of manhood
One I annihilates our carnal sin.
Sanctified as holy men
We are pardoned of our slavery
And we revel in enlighten.
Not until eternity.
But till the world doesn't fall apart again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem