Sunday, 16 November 2014


A prowess to keep matter dark,
To reduce insanity as archaic,
A totalitarian world; a venal fabric,
Where ideas remain unborn,
And mistakes in-tolerated.

There we find the power of annihilation,
Matter's fear of its antithetical cousin,
And unity amidst difference.
We sing songs of rebellion,
We feel the freedom of chaos!

Ceaseless is the trust on bitter hate,
Our fights usually in vain,
Love is when you feel the pain
of holding desire and letting go,
Because the light is distant,
And we have to continue.

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